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powderblueblood · 4 months

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Ooooh lacy falls asleep watching a movie with eddie and he hears her having a sex dream

an: LMAO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! alright MINORS DNI i have no problem sending swarms of bees to your houses and also warning for somnophilia (kinda) and hands free ejaculation

first of all, who the hell falls asleep during the warriors?!

the gramercy riffs have just dedicated 'nowhere to run' by arnold mcculler to the warriors and shit is about to go down and your head is bobbing forward on eddie's worn-out couch.

he rolls his eyes at you-- really? "hey." a finger jabs at your knee from the opposite sagging end of the couch. "wakey-wakey. it's just about to get good over here."

"mm-- i'm awake!" you jump, but your eyes barely flicker back open, lashes all heavy and voice all loopy.

"tough day at the office?"

"you would not believe." he watches you struggle to muffle a yawn and pinch your cheeks to liven yourself up. "christmas returns. you remember all those old men that kept coming in and buying copies of the joy of sex?"

eddie guffaws lightly. "uh-huh."

"well, today i met their wives."

eddie mouths a little 'oh no!' and you chorus back 'oh yeah!' and even then, with your cheek shoved against the heel of your hand, he can see you're struggling for consciousness.

"lie down," he tells you. your brow furrows, because you're always more stubborn than tired.

"but the movie--" "fuck the movie. well, no, it's a great movie but just-- take a load off."

you sit up a touch straighter and eddie's about to give you shit about always being such a little pushback. but then you decide, "okay. just for a sec."

what he doesn't expect is for your head to land in his lap.

i mean, couches, opposite ends, you could have cozied yourself up against the slouching arm, but no. you decided to stretch yourself forward and settle with your head basically in his crotch. facing the ceiling. facing him.

eddie's breath shallows as you look up at him, your expression the closest thing to peaceful he's maybe ever seen you. you don't even have that little hitch between your eyebrows you sport like a uniform. looks like that night in his trailer, when he hid you away in his bedroom, which-- look, memory lane is not on the agenda for tonight.

"do me a favor?" you say, and your voice is this cracked little purr.

your hand blindly tugs at his, resting it on the crown of your head. oh. right. that hair petting thing. that thing he gets you to do when you're not being such a pill or he's worn you out from being such a pill. you're so nice with your fingers, see, pressing them against his scalp in a way that makes his whole body shiver. scratching a little sometimes-- a little too harsh sometimes, which makes him cringe away. but not because it hurts. because it... does other things.

eddie sighs, like it's really putting him out, like you do, and slides his fingers into your hair. but that's nothing compared to the sigh you let out.

fuck you. how can one little puff of air make him want to flip you over and mount you?

but he's trying to be normal about this-- he's trying so hard, because you're friends, right?

he doesn't think before he says it. "that feel good?"

"mm-hm," you mumble, hand sliding across your stomach, tucking under your breasts, getting comfortable. "mm-hm... careful of your rings, though."

"i'll be... i'll be careful."

"thanks, eddie." your fingers rise to brush against his tummy, some physical acknowledgement of gratitude that he's sure you mean as like, a nudge on the shoulder or a slap on the back or a high five or a fist bump but it sure as fuck doesn't feel like that.

especially when your fingers stay there, suspended in position as you've fallen asleep almost instantly. like stick a fork in you, you're done.

which is a relief. because less movement from you means less focus on you, which means eddie can pretend to watch the movie and pray away the halfsie that is nestled at the back of your skull.

problem is, you're awfully hard to stop looking at.

as your breathing deepens, his fingers slow and he just... watches you. the ascent and descent of your chest. the soft flicker behind your eyelids. the way your mouth parts ever-so-slightly. you're exhausted, but you're relaxed and he-- alright, fucking shoot him, he feels a little responsible for that? a little proud, okay? you're never relaxed. you're so high strung and sharp, but the edges of that seem to dull around him a touch. especially on nights like these.

eddie finally deludes himself into chilling out enough to tune back into the warriors, and then you make a sound.

it's a soft one, but enough to pucker your lips out of shape.

"ohmm."

eddie freezes, jaw winching. your fingers flick involuntarily against his stomach-- a twitch. a very dangerous twitch.

you make another noise and fuck him, if it doesn't sound like the first delicious note of a whimper. oh god.

and his fingers are still tangled in your hair. ruffling a little, breathing out heavily through his nose, he goes, "lace-- lacy," but it's zero response from you. just a hitch in those eyebrows.

and so lazily, so feline, he feels you sleepily nudge into his touch. if he didn't know any better (he doesn't, for the record, he's never known anything in his life other than this moment, if you really want to know), he'd think that was a sign to... keep going.

digits move against your scalp and he watches, unblinking, as your lips part. a sigh flies out, and not the kind you make when you're fed up with him, not the kind you make when you get a less-than-perfect grade or snag your tights or have a headache... not that kind.

different. sweet. the way he though you might sound, once all those defenses were smashed down. how much is it to rent a bulldozer.

his dumbass, age-old pajama pants are tightening by the second and they don't hide a fuckin' thing. how are you not feeling this.

well, whether you are or you aren't, he's still moving his fingers through your hair and you seem to like that and he's so, so happy, like he's so, so stoked but-- watching the breath hitch in your chest, watching the way your tits kind of slope out of the neckline of your shirt, watching goosebumps flash across your skin.

jesus christ, he can see your nipples through that thin little top you're wearing. tight and pointed, an illusion through the slinky cotton and binding of your bra.

eddie's teeth tighten into his bottom lip, his free hand gripping the back of the couch. this symphony of quiet, broken sounds coming out of you is a full extended play in and of itself, and he wants you on repeat. forever.

your hips lift the tiniest fraction. your fingers, still curled up by his belly, stretch and catch at his t-shirt.

"oh, fuck," eddie breathes, hoping he's quiet enough.

he's doing everything, and he means everything, not to move his hips even one iota even though his cock is crying out-- crying out for you, for your hands, for your mouth, for the crook of your fucking arm, anything so long as it's you.

"mmnm," you mumble, completely unaware, thighs rubbing off one another.

aching. dashing a wet spot right under your pretty, brilliant, terrifying, pretty head.

oh, fucking wake up-- feel me-- but don't, because what if the illusion shatters, what if the bubble bursts, what if you see him for the filthy fucking pervert that he is, getting off on watching you sleep. stroking your hair, making you make those noises-- the fucking sounds coming from those pouted, pillowy lips of yours.

he throbs, and your other hand jerks up to your chest, and his thumb strokes the right side of your skull and you moan. full-bodied. almost real.

it's so dangerous. he wants to turn you over and plunge his cock past your smartass mouth and weaken immediately because you're you and he's him and he will end up begging you to let him gloss your lips with his cum.

too much! way too much! eddie has to bite down on the shoulder of his own shirt as his body tenses, his balls tighten, his vision blacks out--

his eyes squeeze shut, hand freezing on your head. moisture spreads like guilt across his conscience.

fuck. fuck. fuckfuckfuck!

eddie's eyes snap open and he doesn't waste a second of time. he grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you up and away from him.

"wmwhatthefuck--" "--gotta piss. move."

but he sorely underestimates just how dizzy he's going to be when he stands up. he stumbles to the bathroom like keith richards getting off a ride at six flags.

"eddie?" you huskily mumble after him, and he's like, ready to kill you. ready to kill you. ready to give you a home lobotomy so you never say his name all needy and crackly and lovely like that ever again.

when he eventually slinks back, different pants on this time, you give them a pointed look. you're all criss-cross applesauce on the couch and he, like, fucking hates you and wants to carry you to his bedroom bridal style and tear off your panties in a single mouthful.

"costume change?" you ask.

"you snore like a coal miner, you know that?"

eddie's never wanted to fuck a coal miner before.

#powder room talk #deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #so anyway i'm gonna eat some soup #l. doevski by powder

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xaviers-star-tassel · 3 months

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⭐️ sleep, i’m here

✦ pairing: xavier / gn!reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ warnings: hopefully, none

✦ word count: 1.6k words

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ: you’ve recently had troubles falling asleep. luckily, your sleepy neighbor and partner is there to help

⋆˙ ✦ note: this is my first ever fic that i uploaded, so it might not be perfect! i may or may not upload more in the future, depends on how well this will do. i have to thank my friend for finally giving me the kick to actually upload this, because i would probably never post this if it weren’t for them

another sleepless night. turn after turn, no matter what you did, you just couldn’t turn your mind off. it had been like this for over a week. eyes droopy, skin sickly paler than usual. you were a mess with the darkest circles under your eyes.

you couldn’t even think straight. with how tired you were, your performance during missions got sloppy. mistakes, mishaps, injuries. things that were usually rare in your case, were now a daily part of your work. your skin was covered in cuts and bruises, making each squirm against the soft mattress painful.

whenever someone asked if you were doing well, you mustered up the speckle of energy to cover up the exhaustion pulsing within every particle of your body. others seemed to brush it off, even tara asked about your well being less frequently. though, unbeknownst to you, there was one person who was keeping an eye on you, even more than before.

that someone was none other than your partner and neighbor—xavier.

since he was always making sure you were safe, you didn’t particularly found his concern strange. it was nothing out of the ordinary, at least that was how it seemed to you. perhaps it was your sleep deprived mind, because you seemed to be utterly blind to his actions.

whenever your head was close to bumping a corner of your desk when you dropped your pen, his hand was quick to cover it. when you couldn’t keep your eyes open while filing documents, he secretly left a cup of coffee on your desk. your tired mind was making you believe you were slowly losing it at the sight of freshly brewed coffee, as bitter as possible to give you the energetic kick you need. bitter like the one from xavier’s brewing machine, you always thought to yourself as you took a sip, then cringed at the taste.

as you continued to restlessly lie on your bed, not even a blink of sleep coming to you, you tossed your blanket aside to sit up. your eyelids were heavy and sight blurry as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes. you wanted to cry, but you were tired even for that.

oh, how you wanted to steal at least a little of xavier’s drowsiness at that moment. you were sure that your neighbor was now sleeping soundly, while you were suffering in the darkness of your bedroom.

when you dropped yourself back onto the mattress, a sudden ring of your phone tore you away from a total breakdown. without looking, you picked your phone up. your eyes slowly adjusted to the light upon turning it on, and you were met with a message from xavier. huh, speak of the devil.

xavier: Are U awake

you stared at the adorable bunny chat bubble for a good minute. in your astonishment, you didn’t even manage to get bothered by the capitalized ‘U’ in the middle of a sentence like you usually did. your thumbs slowly typed in a short ‘yes’ before sending it, surprising you once more at the speed he read it.

xavier: Come here. Ill leave the door open for U

was he really just inviting you to his place in the middle of the night? why was he not asleep? despite your confusion, you didn’t hesitate to take up on his offer. leaving the last text unanswered, you lazily got up from the bed. with the phone in your hand, and a pair of slippers on your feet, you made your way out of your apartment.

you walked quietly along the hallway, careful not to disturb the neighbors. since he lived on the floor above yours, you found it useless to wait for the elevator. somehow, the idea of seeing xavier fueled you with at least enough energy to walk up to his apartment on your own tired feet, and it took only a minute or two for you to stand before the door, which were in fact opened just for you.

you barged into xavier’s apartment with a quiet step, closing the door behind your back. when the lock clicked, the silver haired head poked out from behind the doorframe of his bedroom. he smiled upon seeing you, silently inviting you in.

with your eyes half closed, you waddled to him. every step you took suddenly felt heavy, as if your entire skeleton was made of steel. the short distance that was the hall of his apartment appeared to be endless to your aching body.

finally, you were standing next to him. your head dropped onto his shoulder, which was something you wouldn’t normally do without feeling flustered. but with how exhausted you were, you couldn’t care less as you closed the small gap between you.

“there you go,” he muttered into the crown of your head, lips pressed against your hair.

your only answer was a low grumble that vibrated from your chest. xavier wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you to his bed. he gently laid you on the left side of the mattress before crawling up to you.

you watched his every move. he made himself comfortable on his side to face you, one arm bent under his head and the other propped against your waist.

the dim light radiating from the lamp behind you illuminated his face, letting you see the worried expression on his face. he studied your features without uttering a word, his warm breath caressing your cheeks. reaching his arm up, he cupped your face. the pad of his thumb rubbed the deep dark circles underneath your eyes, his touch careful and gentle.

“why didn’t you tell me anything?” he suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

you let out a sigh, pressing your cheek against his calloused palm. “i didn’t want to worry you.”

silent chuckle erupted from his throat as he shook his head. his hand slid down from your face back to your waist, expression no longer as tense as it was a second ago.

“you know i’d worry no matter what, right? after all, it was me who was making sure you wouldn’t hit your head against your desk whenever you dropped your pen,” he whispered with a smile.

this revelation had left you surprised. connecting the dots in your brain, all of the images appeared in a clear vision between your eyes. from the freshly brewed bitter coffee to the neat stack of documents that you left scattered on your desk the day before. it was all him. and only now were you realizing it.

“so i wasn’t going insane. thank goodness, i thought that my mind was playing tricks with me,” you joked meekly, huffing a laugh through your nose.

his eyes softened when he heard you laugh briefly, though deep down, he was still worried. how couldn’t he be worried? not once had he saved you from your potential doom while fighting off wanderers within the last few days.

“still, you should’ve told me,” he scolded you, though not very sternly. he didn’t have the heart to be hard on you when you looked like a distressed bundle of drowsiness.

you hummed in acknowledgment. guilt suddenly washed over you that you didn’t notice it sooner, but it was too late to cry over spilled milk.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, glancing into his eyes.

xavier took your hand in his, inspecting the scrapes and small cuts on your fingers and palm. he lifted the hand upwards, letting his lips graze over your knuckles.

“please, don’t apologize to me. you did nothing wrong,” he said softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “just… let me know in the future. i don’t want to see you like this.”

the caring tone made you feel slightly emotional, if only you realized sooner just how worried he was.

“i will, xavier. i promise,” you nodded, lips curling into a tired smile.

he extended his pinky finger toward you, smiling while doing so. “then let’s seal the deal. pinky promises shall never be broken.”

you chuckled at the silly gesture, but you complied anyway. your pinky fingers hooked together, holding them right under your chin. only then you realized how small the gap between your faces was. the tip of his nose was merely inches away from yours, his breath fanning over your skin.

your gaze flickered down to his pink lips, the sudden desire to kiss them bubbled within your chest. xavier noticed where you stared right away, making his ears turn faint red. as if he could read your mind, he slowly began to lean in. his deep blue eyes were focused on yours, closing them only after his lips touched yours.

he hummed in what seemed like relief as he melted into the kiss. the world suddenly fell completely still, the only thing that mattered was the tender moment you shared. xavier unhooked his pinky from yours to pull you closer to him, desperately wanting to feel your warmth.

the kiss only lasted a few seconds before you pulled away. thanks to the soft light of the lamp, you caught a glimpse of the reddish dust on his cheeks. you watched as he took a deep breath before relaxing his head against the fluffy pillow.

“let’s take a day off. you must catch up on sleep, even if you’ll sleep for a whole day,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering close.

“is that really okay?” you asked worriedly.

“yes, i’m sure others will understand. now sleep, i’m here for you,” he pressed a last kiss to your forehead before relaxing completely.

the comfort and the heat radiating from his body was slowly but surely lulling you to much needed sleep. letting out a small yawn, you pressed your forehead to his chest. your breathing pattern slowed down, signaling to xavier that you had fallen asleep.

“no matter what happens, i’ll always be there for you. that is my promise to you.”

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x reader #xavier #lads xavier #lads x reader #love and deepspace fanfiction #l&ds x reader #l&ds xavier #l&ds #otome game #xavier fluff

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shima-draws · 7 months

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Please share your thoughts on Kieran/Ash

GRINDS MY TEETH OKAY ALRIGHT WE’RE DOING THIS

-Ash arrives in Kitakami and immediately butts heads with Carmine. Needless to say this leaves a strong first impression on Kieran who has never really seen someone stand up to Carmine before

-Carmine challenges Ash to a battle. Ash whoops her ass. Kieran is enthralled. Kieran proceeds to laugh to himself saying “It’s not like I lie awake thinking about him at night or anything” cut to Kieran lying in bed thinking about Ash going AW MAN

-Ash and Kieran get paired up together for the little interactive tour. Kieran is a hot mess. How do you not act like a total oddball in front of the really cool foreign trainer who was able to beat your sister in a Pokemon battle.

-Kieran’s a nervous ball of anxiety the ENTIRE time until they get to the first signboard. Then his autism kicks in and he tells Ash about Ogerpon. Ash notices how passionate Kieran seems to be about Kitakami’s history and is like whoa that’s really neat 😳

-Ash agrees with Kieran and says whoa yeah the ogre actually sounds really cool!! Aw man now I really want to meet it!

Kieran: Oh no I think I’m in love with him

-Kieran is inwardly having a mental gay breakdown and wonders what to do. How does he handle this. How can he impress Ash, who is already so impressive. Maybe a Pokemon battle? But there’s no way he could beat Ash after seeing how strong he was yesterday…

-Kieran decides to battle Ash anyway. Unsurprisingly, he loses. He’s about to go into a self-deprecating spiral when Ash comes over and is like WOW that was AWESOME!! Your Pokemon were so great, that was such a good battle!! Man battles are really really fun huh ^^

-Huh. Kieran’s never really thought about it that way before. At least with his background, battles have always been about power and proving yourself the strongest and winning. Maybe Ash is onto something? Kieran doesn’t feel the sort of disappointment he usually feels when losing a battle. He actually feels…satisfied?

-They continue on to the second signpost, and then to the Dreaded Den. Kieran infodumps about Ogerpon again. Ash listens to every word with a dreamy look on his face. Is nobody else seeing this?? Okay. Alright

-The Festival of Masks is ready to start. Kieran’s grandparents let Ash borrow an extra set of jinbei. Kieran sees Ash all dressed up and tries not to let his gay show too much. (He fails.) Kieran’s grandparents watch them awkwardly flirt with each other and do that eyebrow raise thing.

-THEY GO TO THE FESTIVAL! With Carmine tagging along. Carmine is her usual snarky self and unintentionally insults Kieran. Ash gets angry on Kieran’s behalf. Kieran manages to calm both of them down and he and Ash split from Carmine for a little while.

-Ash: I don’t like how your sister treats you >:(

Kieran: O-oh 😳

ASH CARES ABOUT HIM. He wants to cry. This is the best festival ever.

-I actually considered having Ash and Carmine being the ones to have a run-in with Ogerpon, and then Ash refusing to keep it a secret from Kieran, but. I like to think that Ash would change the narrative so much that he and Kieran would encounter Ogerpon from the get-go. This is the Good End route.

-Ash is able to start befriending Ogerpon with his Protag Powers and Kieran is stupidly impressed. And very very gay.

-Ash, freaking out: Was that the ogre?!! OH MAN

Kieran, freaking out: OH WOWZERS

Ash cares about him AND they met the ogre. This is DEFINITELY the best festival ever.

-Since Ash is bad at keeping secrets they’ll probably end up telling Carmine about Ogerpon anyway. Lmao

-The next morning the three of them find out the Real Story behind the Loyal Three and Ogerpon’s past. Carmine is furious. Ash is also furious but to a lesser degree. Kieran is just heartbroken that Ogerpon’s had to live this way for so long. And Ash is like holy CRAP Kieran was right the entire time!! Kieran you’re amazing!! How did you know Ogerpon wasn’t the bad guy?? You’re so cool Kieran 😤

Kieran: (A cute boy is complimenting me I think I’m going to explode)

-They aren’t sure what to do about changing the townspeople’s minds. Carmine says they should probably keep it a secret like her grandfather told them to. Ash refuses. Kieran also refuses. Carmine gets angry that Kieran is taking Ash’s side. Kieran actually snaps back at her and Ash is VERY proud Kieran’s standing up for himself

-They split up for the time being. Ash and Kieran decide to go tackle the last signpost. Along the way Kieran’s p dang quiet. Ash asks him what’s wrong when they get there and Kieran asks him for another battle.

-This time it’s CLOSE. And both of them get REALLY into it. Kieran realizes he’s never had this much fun battling someone before. Along this crazy adventure he’s learned so many things. And Ash has inspired him so much. Kieran’s always wanted to get stronger. But the way he’s been going about it has been all wrong.

-Kieran has an epiphany of sorts. Battling with Ash made him realize it’s not about winning or showing off. It’s about having fun!! And this whole time Kieran’s gotten stronger without even realizing it.

-Ash runs at him after the battle ends and he’s like “That was AMAZING did you see the way those moves collided?!! And when Furret dodged Pikachu’s attack like that I was like WHOA and then they were like WHAM and I was like YOOO!!” And Kieran’s gushing right along with him. The tism LEAPS out

-Ash makes Kieran develop a true passion and love for battling and he’s so thankful 🤧 Bc before he never could really grasp why he wasn’t improving at all. Focusing on strength kinda blinded him to what was really important.

-Kieran: Let’s battle again soon! I’m feeling really pumped up now, battling you and watching you strategize has given me some good ideas :’D

Ash gets the DOKI DOKIS and he’s like uh yeah okay! Definitely! (I don’t know why my heart jumped just now.) Pikachu looks at him like homie I think you’re catching SOMETHIN but it’s not a Pokemon 👀

Obviously there’s the rest of the DLC plot to finish but you can probably guess the direction it’s going in. Kieran’s obviously overcome his weird thing about strength so he doesn’t spiral and become unhinged over Ogerpon like in canon. Lol

Oh and this

-Kieran: You’re the WORLD CHAMPION???

Ash: Oh yeah did I not mention that?

Kieran: *Proceeds to have a heart attack*

Anyway I love them thanks bye

#Shima answers questions #Pokemon #Pokeani #Ash Ketchum #Kieran #Pokemon Kieran #The Teal Mask #Ogerpon #Carmine #Pokemon Carmine #Pokemon SV #I’M STILL THINKING OF A SHIP NAME BTW.#If y’all have ideas let me know ^^#Long post

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mykoreanlove · 19 days

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on being real

“I don’t want to date you anymore, Jackson.”

The silver fork he was holding in his left hand fell onto the marble floor, crashing the silence caused by your announcement. Jackson was visibly irritated, big frowns on his face.

“You… what? Why?”

For days you had been practicing this moment, imagining how you would explain your reasons and set him free. And even though you went over this moment hundreds of times, you were not prepared for the gravel pit of anxiety in your stomach. You didn’t do this because you didn’t want him, no. Your feelings were as strong as ever, but Jackson never opened up, he never let you take a look behind his porcelain façade. You decided to no longer waste your time with someone that only portrayed his good sides.

“I don’t feel like knowing you, Jackson. You only show me your good sides, you never share your problems with me. I just…”, you stumbled to find the right words.

“Say it, y/n”, he urged you with a serious tone.

“I feel like I’m dating a fake.”

Ouch, the pit grew bigger.

Jackson hid his face behind his hands, shielding himself from you. You didn’t think it would affect him that much, but his silent sobs gave him away.

“I’m sorry, Jackson.”

It didn’t take long for him to change into his real self, which you finally saw for the first time after months of dating. His eyes, always sparkly but never serene, turned dead, drained from life and love. You silently gasped, surprised to see the abyss behind the veil.

Jackson broke out in laughter as he wiped away his tears.

“Dating a fake, huh?”

Tears started to form in your eyes, seeing him like that broke your heart.

“What do you want to know, y/n? How broken I really am? You think you’re going to love that?”, he spat sarcastically.

You couldn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Jackson took another sip of his drink, grimacing in pain.

“Shall we talk about my crippling depression, then? You want to know what that’s like? To lie awake every night wondering if this is the life I want, the one that I deserve? Shall we talk about the accompanying anxiety which is clouding my mind 24/7? Am I doing enough? Am I true to myself? Is this really who I am? Shall we talk about my sweaty hands and rapid heartbeat? Me wondering if I’m about to drop dead any minute? Is that it?”

He paused and observed you, not understanding the reason behind your tears.

“Or shall we talk about my health problems? Did you notice how badly I’m griding my teeth? Should I tell you that my jaw is tense as fuck and my teeth are overly sensitive? That drinking and eating anything but warm liquor is making me wince in pain? You think I’m this skinny because I’m on a diet? No, y/n, far from it. Should I tell you how frustrated I am because I have tried literally anything, and no one can help me? You wanna know what that’s like? To be helpless in your own body? To be betrayed by your own fucking body?”

Your eyes wandered to the glass in his hands, finally understanding why he was always drinking so much. Jackson started pacing through the room while bearing his darkest secrets.

“Or shall we talk about the people I’m seeing for help? Because I’ve seen them all, y/n. I searched through whole fucking Asia, and everybody is saying the same shit. It’s all in your head, Jackson. Do you know how fucked up that is? Neither antidepressants nor the shit for my teeth is helping me and you wanna know why? Because apparently, it’s in my head. My body is hurting because my soul is hurting. Isn’t that hilarious?”

Jackson spilled some of his liquor, trying to make a point.

“Or let’s not forget about my love life, y/n. You wanna know what that’s like? You wanna know how much energy it took to portray myself as normal? I wanted you to think of me as strong and healthy and full of life but now you’re breaking up with me because that was, what, fake? I did all of this so you would never realize how broken, fragile, and weak I am. But I guess that wasn’t the right way to go about it either.”

Another layer of sadness washed over his face, tinting his brown eyes in even deeper despair. Jackson took a seat on the couch and hid behind his hands again, wondering why he told you all of this if you were already over him.

He flinched in surprise as he felt your arms around him, hugging him tightly. For once he just gave in and hugged you back, crying silently in your embrace.

“Thank you for telling me, Jacky”, you whispered sweetly into his ear. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

He looked at you surprised, so you explained yourself.

“I fell in love with you because you were a real one. Standing in your truth and being true to who you are. That’s how I have always perceived you, anyways. But then when we started dating, and I never got to know that side of yours. You were too perfect, in a way. And I don’t want perfect. I want real, Jacky.”

His thumb brushed along your cheek, tracing down to your jaw.

“How could you possibly want that?”, his hoarse voice croaked.

You chuckled in response.

“I’m not perfect, Jackson. And I don’t want to be. Don’t you think I get depressed from time to time? We can cry together then. And yes, the thing with your teeth sucks. But I will love you even if you get new ones. And besides that, my teeth don’t hurt but my head does. Often, I get insufferable migraines and have to lie in a pitch-black room, I flinch at light like Dracula himself. Do you think I like that? No, but we all have something. You make it sound like you have to be perfect to be loved. But you don’t.”

The newfound spark in his eyes was noticeable, if only for a quick moment.

“I agree with the people you’ve been seeing, though. Your soul is hurting, Jackson. And that’s okay.”

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, looking at him hopeful.

“You don’t have to heal on your own though. I’d like to help… if you let me?”

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jadequeen88 · 2 years

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Nothing Compares: Dad!Eddie Munson x Reader

Cross-posted on AO3

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The thin walls of your apartment rattled with the slamming of your front door. You jumped awake in fear, knowing you were supposed to be alone tonight. After your initial panic, you knew by the sound of the heavy footsteps and quiet cursing exactly who was terrorizing your home at 2:45 in the morning.

Eddie Munson.

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Having a kid can change people, but not always for the better...

Notes:

I wrote this faster than ANYTHING I've ever written before, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize! I wanted to try my take on Eddie becoming a dad. Although I think he means well and would be a great dad, I could see it being a hard transition for him. As always, please let me know what you guys think. Hopefully, I will be adding more chapters to The Last In Line soon! I also have a couple of more WIPs in google docs that I'm very excited about. Looking forward to all your comments! ALSO! There will definitely be a part 2 to this!

TWs:

Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Soft Eddie Munson, Dad Eddie Munson, Oral Sex, Making Out

Eddie Munson.

The specter who never seemed to stop haunting you, no matter how many times you tried to exercise him from your life. Maybe those assholes back in high school were onto something calling him the spawn of satan. It’s one of the only reasons you can come up with at this point. You knew it would be best to go ahead and wake up. The longer he spent ransacking your apartment, the more riled up he’d get and the longer it would take to calm him down.

You pull your robe around yourself and slip into the hallway, wincing slightly at the cold wood beneath your feet.

“Where is he?”

You grimaced. Eddie had clearly gotten wasted after the show tonight. He stood in the middle of your living room, cropped tee still damp around the neck with sweat and eyeliner skewed. You hated how your gut lurched with want at the sight.

“Who, Eddie?”

“Who?” he looked at you with that infuriating expression he wore when he was exceptionally worked up. You wanted to slap him and kiss the breath out of his lungs in apology at the same time. “My fuckin’ son, that’s who!” His eyes are wild and he’s nearly screaming. If his fit resulted in old Ms. Connor calling Jim Hopper again, you’d string him up from a light pole.

“Eddie, I told you Sunday at drop-off that Wayne wanted to keep him tonight. He took him fishing this afternoon and now he’s sleeping over.” you walked a little closer trying to school your features. You knew if the rage you felt bubbled over with Eddie in this state, you’d have to call Jim yourself to haul you and your ex to the station.

“Did not. I would have remembered,” He mumbled, still walking around opening closets and doors.

“I can’t do this tonight,” you sighed. Your hands started to shake.

“Oh, you can’t do this tonight? Huh? And why is that? Got your little pencil dick boyfriend hiding back here?” Eddie stomped towards the bedroom you used to share, hell-bent on catching you in a lie you’d never told.

“Eddie, you know I don’t have one!” Maybe you should save yourself the trouble and call Jim at home. Sadly, it wouldn’t be the first time you had to disturb the Byers-Hopper household in the middle of the night.

“Stop fuckin’ lyin’ to me, Birdy,” the old nickname sent pain through your chest. Sometimes, you wished for a quick slap instead of these painful exchanges. At least the sting from a blow would fade instead of crawling inside your body and festering like Eddie’s words had a habit of doing. “You went on a date with him last weekend.”

“One date, Eddie!” your voice pitched higher as he threw open your closet. He slammed the door to the ensuite bathroom against the opposite wall before looking under your bed. “I never called him back!”

“Oh, dear! Why ever not?” Once Eddie was satisfied that you weren’t hiding a man in your apartment, all his attention focused on you. His arms crossed over his chest, head cocked to the side, waiting on a response.

“You know why not,” you blinked rapidly, refusing to give him any more of your tears.

“Tell me,” he demanded softly, walking towards you. He was close enough now that you smelled the vodka seeping from his pores. How long had he been drinking tonight? You watched his arm rise, standing still as a statue as he reached out towards you. His ringed hand sat heavily on your neck. Eddie bent forward, trying to meet your downturned gaze. The thick callous of his thumb felt like fire against the underside of your jaw. You knew if you looked into his eyes, your resolve would shatter. You used to joke with Eddie about how his puppy dog eyes were his superpower. If only you knew then that they’d be used against you one day…

“Birdy…” you could hear the tears in his voice. You couldn’t take this anymore.

“Stop calling me that, please,” you wished you’d yelled it. You wished you’d have sounded strong and determined. You wished you could shove him away and scream at him. But you were just too fucking tired. Instead, your plea came out a watery, weak whisper.

“Don’t want to,” he whispered, now both hands cupping the side of your neck. His forehead fell down to connect to yours, and you squeezed your eyes shut. “I miss you so goddamn much. You know that?” he sniffed back tears and your own finally fell from your eyes.

“You’re just drunk, Eds,” your hands came up to his chest to push him away, but only lingered there, digging into his sweaty shirt. “You only miss me when your drunk.”

You felt him shake his head and grip your neck tighter. “Miss you all the time. Just too scared to say it sober,” his words slur even worse through his tears. “You know I’m a fuckin’ coward, baby.”

His wrists felt so solid beneath your hands. The sick, sad, lonely part of your soul rejoiced at the sensation, of him touching you and you touching back. Reluctantly, you pulled his hands away and turned to sit on the foot of your bed, openly weeping now.

You remember sitting in the same spot the night you kicked him out last year. Eddie still behaved like a child while you had a toddler of your own to think about. All the hours away at band practice, the drinking, him dealing even after you said you didn’t want that around your baby. The straw that broke the camel’s back was finding the blonde in his lap at a party you tracked him down to. You’d been up all night with a sick toddler, not knowing where on earth your husband was. Thank God his saint of an uncle was around to watch the baby while you combed through the dark streets of Hawkins looking for Eddie. Of course, he’d been at that asshole Billy’s place…

You remember the sick smirk Billy Hargrove leveled you with, ice blue eyes looking at you up and down shamelessly. He gleefully pointed to where Eddie sat, girl in lap, drunk out of his mind.

“You know,” he’d reached his arm around your waist and purred into your ear. “If you really wanna get under his skin, I’d love to help you out with that, mama.”

You shoved him away, vibrating with fury. “Fuck you, Billy.” you stomped across the room as he responded with a, “Yeah, that’s the point I was makin’, sweetheart!”

Eddie looked up at you in shock, pushing the girl away roughly.

“Fuck you, Eddie Munson. I’m done,” you wrenched off the thin, gold band he’d given you the day he proposed to you under the tree you’d played under when you were both just two poor trailer park kids. You didn’t care to hear his excuses. You didn’t care that he swore he’d never cheated, that he was so drunk that he didn’t even realize a girl was on his lap. You saw the writing on the wall. You knew it would only be a matter of time before his desire to play rockstar would destroy your already fragile little family.

So you kicked him out that night. Since then, you’d raised your son mostly on your own with help from Robin, Steve, and sweet Uncle Wayne. You never kept Eddie from his child, he was an excellent dad when he wasn’t in his own head, but Wayne usually handled the drop-off and pick-up times. You could tell it hurt him to see his nephew potentially becoming like his father. He always promised his uncle that he wouldn’t become his father. Wayne stepped in when the crime and alcohol took a front seat in his life, rasing Eddie as his own. Nowadays, Wayne wasn’t too sure his nephew would keep his word.

After a few months, however, the drunken visits started. At first, your resolve was solid. You were determined to keep Eddie’s shit out of your life and out of your son’s life. But the loneliness and heartache got a little more prominent with each fight. Going on that date last week solidified it… You still loved Eddie. That wouldn’t change, no matter the time or distance.

Eddie hadn’t seen you cry since the night you ended things. You made sure of it. You knew that once he cracked you the slightest bit, there’d be a very real danger of him making his way back into your life. It was a gamble you didn’t want to take.

But tonight, the dam burst. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of you, lying his head in your lap.

“Don’t cry, Birdy. You’re killin’ me,” his hands rubbed up and down the sides of your thighs to comfort you. “Tell me why you didn’t call him back. Please, baby. Just say it,” you sobbed as you pushed his curls away from his face. You still couldn’t look at him, but you felt his gaze on you. “I gotta know you still love me, Birdy. I gotta know because sometimes I think I might die ‘cause I love you so much.”

“Eddie, stop,” you gripped his hair as you felt him nuzzle his tear-soaked face into your stomach.

“No, goddammit! I won’t! You gotta listen this time,” you softened when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. “I know I’m fuckin’ stupid, okay? I know I fucked up a lot, but I never ever cheated. I never could. I can’t live with myself anymore knowing you think I did something like that.”

“There’s so much more to it,” you finally opened your eyes, looking towards the ceiling to gather your thoughts. “The drugs and the constant partying… Eddie you know I love all the guys, and I love you being in the band, but you can’t find a balance between all of that and being present for us as a dad and partner.”

“Birdy, I will! I swear on my mom’s grave, I will do better!” at the mention of his mother, you finally looked at him. He never talked about her unless he was deadly serious. You wiped his black tears away from his cheek, still avoiding his eyes. “I wanted to tell you earlier, call you before the show, but I got all fucked up in here and couldn’t,” Eddie pointed to his head to emphasize his point. “Gene hired me back at the shop,” you raised an eyebrow, finally meeting his gaze. The only job Eddie kept for any considerable length of time was working on cars downtown at Hawkin’s Tire. It seemed to be one of the only honest jobs he didn’t outright hate. “Full time. I’ll be workin’ forty hours.”

“But Eddie, you said-”

He shushed you gently, shaking his head. “For the past year, I’ve scraped by with dealing and playing gigs, and I’m fuckin’ miserable,” his voice cracked, and a fresh wave of tears spilled past his lashline. “If I don’t get to go home to you two every night, nothin’‘s worth it. Not the music or the high. I’m starting to hate every second of it.”

“You’re drunk right now,” you ran your fingers through his hair and watched him melt into your touch. “How can I believe you?”

His grip around you tightened, and he sat up a little straighter, “Give me a week,” he whispered. “Let me come home next Friday when I get off work at the shop with my first paycheck cashed.” Eddie’s hands traveled to your hips. You gasped when he gripped you tight. “I’ll bring you yellow roses and that wine you like. I’ll bring the little squirt pizza and rent that one stupid Muppet movie he loves,” you started to smile reluctantly. Eddie’s own grin matched it. “And after, I’ll give him his bath and read to him while you open that wine,” you gasped when Eddie’s lips brushed along your exposed collarbone, but you didn’t move to stop him. “When he’s asleep,” he kissed the top of your cleavage and bit back a moan. “If mama wants,” you don’t stop him as he pulls one side of your robe off your shoulder, exposing the soft bralette you fell asleep wearing. “I’ll worship her all night,” his thumb lightly traced your hardening nipple. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders. “Like I’ve been aching to do for months.”

You pulled Eddie up from the floor, standing with him. Your lips met in a flash, months of pain and longing seeping through every brush of tongues and touching of lips. The outline of Eddie’s cock was already pushing into your hips and your mouth watered. When your hand met his denim-clad bulge, he let out the sweetest, filthiest moan. Before you could get very far, he pulled your hand away.

“No, baby,” he planted a wet kiss on the corner of your panting mouth, “Wanna taste you. That okay?” you nodded as he backed you towards the bed.

Even though Eddie’s hands were shaking, he took his time, just like he always did.

“Tell me there hasn’t been anyone else,” he spoke into the skin of your inner thigh.

“No one, Eddie,” you gasped as his tongue met the fabric of your soaked panties. “Only you.”

“Not even Harrington?” he growled, hooking a finger into the crotch of your underwear and pulling it to the side.

“Christ, no!” you groaned as he went straight for your swollen clit, sucking and nibbling it. “You know better than that,” you sighed, grabbing a fist full of sweaty, dark curls. Eddie groaned and you could see his narrow hips grinding down onto the mattress.

“Pull harder,” he gasped. You obeyed and he doubled his efforts on your clit, kissing, licking and nibbling on it. He moaned into your pussy, grinding down onto the bed harder. “Oh, fuck,” he murmured, “Gonna cum in my jeans like a teenager.”

“Do it,” your voice was husky as you found your confidence again. You sat up and slung one leg over his shoulder, gripping his hair even harder. “Show me how pathetic you are, baby,” you rolled your hips into his mouth and the hold Eddie had on your hips tightened. “Cum in your pants while I use that smartassed mouth,” He nodded enthusiastically and you threw your head back. Eddie helped move your hips with his iron grip and a few moments later, you were orgasming into his open mouth. As you came down, you brushed his hair from his sweaty brow. You could tell by his anguished expression he hadn’t come yet.

“Sit up here,” you said, grabbing the back of his neck. Eddie didn’t hesitate to obey you. “I told you,” you purred into his ear, “to cum in your pants for me.” you straddled his lap and he nearly let out a shout when you put your weight down on his crotch.

This was all relatively new territory for the two of you. Normally it was you underneath Eddie being reduced to a whimpering mess, but neither of you seemed too bothered by the new dynamic. Quite the opposite, actually. You can’t remember seeing Eddie this worked up since you were teenagers.

You devoured his mouth as your hips rolled against his, coaxing his release from him. Eddie came with a shout that you happily swallowed. After a few moments, you both started to giggle. You knew you should get up and let him clean himself up, but it felt so good to be near him again and he made no moves to get up form the bed.

“Please don’t think this is a complaint,” he said, kissing your neck lovingly. “But what the fuck was that, huh?”

“Guess that’s what happens when I go that long with no sex,” you laughed. Eddie groaned and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Never thought I’d be so happy about cummin’ in my jeans, sweet thing,” he growled, rolling you over to lay on top of you.

Things got quiet again and the reality of your situation began to set in. “Eddie?” you questioned. He looked up at you from where he lay on your chest. Thankfully, he seemed to have sobered up considerably.

“Don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“Never, Birdy,” he smiled with with whole face, laugh lines deepening and eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll prove it to you Friday.”

“Friday,” you said, hazarding a small, hopeful smile.

“It’s a date,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you pushed his face away laughing.

“Oh a date he says,” you teased. “Pizza and the Muppets. Is that what dating is like once you have kids?”

“Afraid so, sweet cheeks,” Eddie walked towards the dresser, looking in the bottom drawer to see if any of his clothes were still there by chance “We’re boring now.” He smiled over at you when he found an old pair of grey sweats.

“I still sleep in them sometimes…” you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed. Eddie simply nodded and walked into the bathroom to change.

“Just don’t forget the wine and roses,” you warned, raising your voice so he could hear you through the door. “I might never forgive you if you don’t follow through on that part of the deal.”

“I would never,” he said in mock offense as he opened the door. You thought he looked even better in the old pajamas than he did in the tight, ripped jeans. “But you’re forgetting the most important part.”

“What’s that?”

“The worshipping,” he crawled up the bed towards you again. “Might want you to boss me around again, Birdy.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you said as you slapped his hip lightly.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded as he cuddled into your side. He threw the blankets around you both and before you realized, you were drifting off into the best sleep you’d had in months.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #jade writes smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Nightlife 11

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You feel like you can finally catch your breath once Lee leaves for work. Even so, what happened in the car lingers. You sit with Hickory, playing with a feather toy, but find it hard to settle down. Maybe it’s because you’re not used to this place, or maybe it’s him.

Why did you say that? 'You just did. ‘It’s all for you.’ You cringe to think of it. You must’ve sounded so dumb.

The kitten tires and you watch him fall asleep. You move him to the cat bed in the corner and go into the bedroom. You want to sleep on the couch but Lee didn’t think it was a good idea. He told you if he found you on the couch, he might have to tan your hide, whatever that means.

You can’t get comfortable, not really. You recline against the pillows and scroll restlessly through your phone. You should sleep. You have to get studying done tomorrow and you never get very far when you’re exhausted. Your motivation to even start is tenuous at best.

Your phone buzzes. A message from Lee. You wiggle and press down before you can think. Shoot, he’s going to see that you read it. You won’t be able to lie and say you were already asleep. You’re not very good at lying anyhow.

‘Still awake?’

A simple message but it feels like more. You shift and answer it honestly. ‘Yes’.

He isn’t long to reply. You almost hoped he’d be too busy with work. You see the three dots pending.

‘Good, you in bed tho?’

Again, an honest answer. And once more, the dots.

‘Naked?’

You almost throw your phone. Oh god! Why– you can’t even think of it. Being naked in his bed. You just stare at the phone, trapped in the decision. Yes or no? Lie or the truth? You don’t know which one he wants.

Your phone starts to shake, more than just a message. You answer the video call but don’t say a word. You’re entirely unprepared for this.

“Hey, darlin’,” Lee greets, “ah, lookit you, getting cozy.”

“Uh, sir, yes,” you sit up completely. “I just… Hickory just fell asleep so–”

“Shh, shh, shhhh,” he hushes you as the chatter of voices babbles behind him. “I’m just taking a break.”

“Oh,” you blink at the screen, seeing yourself in the corner. You can’t see too much of him in the shadows.

“Sweet thing, I want you waitin’ for me naked.”

“What?”

“In the mornin’, when I get in, I’m gonna crawl right in and give you a treat.”

“Lee, sir, I–”

“Now, darlin’, I don’t got time to argue with you. Right? I’m workin’ hard here. Literally,” he snorts, “I gotta be here so I can keep care of Hickory, so you just be good girl for me and be ready.”

“I…” you bite your lip, “yes, sir.”

“That’s what i like to hear, blossom, you get lots of rest,” he smiles, “oh and, don’t be shy with that toy. You wanna make sure you know how to feel good, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum and give a frantic nod, burning with humiliation.

“I’ll be thinking of you. Prettiest girl I ever knew,” he makes a kiss noise and hangs up.

You lower your phone to your lap. You glance over at the night table. He left the toy there. You don’t touch it but tug at your shirt. You can only hope he’s too tired in the morning, or forgets all about it.

💮

A waft of cool air wakes you up. The blankets ripple over you and warmth crawls up your legs. You open your eyes and look down at the lump beneath the covers.

Lee’s breath fans over you, making your twitch. He kisses your leg, just above your knee, then higher, and higher. Up and up and up as he pushes between your thighs. You squeak as he opens you to him, his hand trailing along your pelvis.

“Lee!” You squeal as goosebumps prickle across your skin.

He hushes you just before his nuzzles into your warm cunt. His cool tongue dips between your folds and you quiver. You grasp the blankets in tight fists and arch your back. He laps at you hungrily, groaning loudly as he drinks you up. You’ve never felt anything like this, not even with the toy.

He stretches his arm up, tickling your stomach, then cup your chest. He reminds you of your nakedness as he fondles you, purring into you. You gulp and gasp, overtaken by the vibrant sensations.

His other hand tickles along your ass and up your thigh, pushing it against his face. You moan, eyes rolling back as you sink into the mattress. He slips his hand to your hip and suddenly rolls over, taking you with him.

You cry out and sit up, perched atop his face as the blanket falls away from you. He lays flat on his back, hand firm on your hip as he forces you to stay. You twine your fingers into his thick hair as you wobble atop him, lifting the brunt of your weight from his head.

He guides you, tilting your pelvis as he flicks his tongue, spreading it wide, sucking, and tasting. You follow his motion, easing into it, your delight driving your building fervour. Stupefied by your sudden awakening, you can’t stop. You want more. You’re almost there, that familiar peak fast approaching.

He purrs and gropes your ass. He encourages you as he buries his face against your cunt. You feel him moving beneath you, his arm reaching down his body. You flutter your eyes open and peek over your shoulder. He’s playing with himself at the same time.

He urges you to keep going, drawing your attention back with a pinch on your ass. You exclaim and clutch his hair. You rock over him, riding towards your looming climax. You hang your head back and whimper as your motion turns spastic. There it is.

You cum, bucking desperately until you crest the rise. You descend, slowing, rolling your hips as you cling to the after waves of pleasure. Lee turns his face away and puffs out, grunting loudly as he quakes beneath you. He bites into your thigh as his arm pumps faster and faster.

He stills, unclasping his teeth from your flesh. He juts out his square jaw and snarls. He slaps your ass and nudges you off of him.

You unhook your leg from over him and fall onto your ass, hiding behind your bent legs as you hug them. Lee holds out his shiny hand and chuckles. He still wears most of his clothes but his pants are halfway down his thighs.

“Wasn’t that a treat indeed, sweet thing?”

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #au #drabble #series #nightlife #the devil all the time

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 19: they're vampires y/n!

A/n: sorry this is short and pretty late.

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My door slammed opened the next morning, jolting awake. “huh?” I said trying to control my pounding heart.

“they're vampires y/n!” Bella said coming into my room panicked. I gave her a strange look not fully awake.

“who are are vampires?” I asked. Bella grabed my shoulders setting me up in my bed. She shook me a bit. “Edward and Emmett!”

my brain literally went, 'oh yeah... They are vampires' I chuckled “you just got that?”

Bella's eyes widened and she let go of me making me fall back in my bed. “you knew?!”

I set up on my elbows and smirked. “remind me nerve to tell you a secret”

Bella sighed and looked out the window just as Emmett's jeep rolled up. I claimed out of bed and threw some clothes on for school. I jogged down the stairs as Emmett walked into the house.

“Sherlock cracked the case” I mumbled. Emmett's golden eyes widened.

“I won't say anything” Bella said hiding behind me. I rolled my eyes and moved out of the way. “yeah, you can't you aren't even supposed to know” Emmett said.

“she's knows” Bella said pointing to me. “that's different” I said.

Not wanting to reveal anything, Emmett took my hand and we walked outside to his jeep. Emmett rolled his eyes as he turned on the engine and drove to school.

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“your gonna get an ear full from Bella today” I said to Edward as we walked to Geometry. He shrugged not really bothered.

“Alice had a vision last night, so I'm not surprised” he said handing me a math text book from the back shelf in the classroom.

“what are you gonna tell her?” I asked setting down at the table. “I don't know” he sighed.

“she bought this book in Port Angeles and she stayed up all night doing research...she has a pretty good idea about you” I mumbled.

Edward rolled his eyes as he got out the homework we did a couple of days ago. “you don't have to tell her anything, ya know” I mumbled.

“I don't want to lie to her... Emmett didn't lie to you” Edward mumbled. “I'm a different story, I knew from the start”

“dose bella know about the whole wolf thing?” he asked quietly. I shook my head no. “Owen doesn't either... He knows the leadgens, but he doesn't believe them”

“ms. Swan and Mr. Cullen, please pay attention this will be on your test next week” Mr. Booth said interrupting our conversation. Not wanting to cause trouble we shut up and communicated by passing notes to each other the rest of the class.

At lunch Bella was determined to get to the bottom of what ever my boyfriends Family was hiding. Me and Emmett sat down at the Cullen's lunch table getting ready to play uno with Jasper and Damon. Damon was determined to beat Emmett at this game of chance. As Emmett was shuffling the cards Bella came up behind Edward.

“we need to talk” he sighed and followed her out of the cafeteria. “hope do don't get Murdered!” I shouted.

Bella told me to shush like I was talking to her. Edward turned around and gave me a slight smile. We started the game and about five rounds(Damon won none) he was just bewildered. He had about 20 cards in his hands and he slammed his head on the table.

“I don't understand” he wined. I laughed once I threw my last card down, winning that round.

“do you think he's gonna tell her?” Rosalie asked getting annoyed with the subject at had. I shrugged as I dealed out cards for the next round. “I don't know, if he doesn't she's just gonna figure it for herself... She might not have much of a personality but she's a lot smarter than people give her credit for” I said.

After I got my cards I shifted so I was leaning my back in Emmett's massive bicep and I propped my feat on Edward's empty chair.

“do you want to come to the house this weekend?” Alice asked. I thought for a moment, making sure I didn't have anything going on. “Sure, Owen might have to tag along though... He doesn't like being left alone”

“that's perfect, Esme wants to meet him anyway” Alice smiled. I nodded as I placed a +4 card, making Jasper draw some cards.

Once it was Alice's turn she didn't do anything. She zoned out having a vision. “What did you see Alice?” Jasper asked setting his cards down.

“Bella knows... He told her everything” Alice said. Rosalie slammed her cards down making them slide acrossed the table. “everything?!”

“just what we are... Carlisle changing Esme and him... That's about it” Alice mumbled. “she asked about You and Emmett, but he said it was your job to explain” she said looking at me.

I sighed. “I don't even know what to tell her... Far as she's concerned I'm human” I said as I collected Rosalie's cards and handed them back.

“Edward is gonna want to bring her home... We should do something nice” Stefan suggest. Rosalie quickly shook her head at her brother-in-law. “absolutely not, let's not help her get attached”

“we could cook for her I guess... That's a normal human thing to do for people” Damon said. “ow” he suddenly growled and looked at Rosalie.

“don't encourage your brother” she said sternly.

“anyway... you want to study for our English test tonight?” I asked Emmett. He looked at me and smirked as he probably was thinking of something along the lines of not studying.

“at your place? Is your uncle gonna be home?” he asked cheekily. I shoved him playfully. “no, but Owen will be”

“shucks... But yeah we could study” he then flashed me another suggestive smirk. “I'm a great study buddy”

“keep it PG... We don't need any little Emmetts running around” Jasper joked.

Emmett snorted and chuckled. “like that would ever happen”

Even if it was a joke I now relized me and Emmett couldn't start a family of our own. Sure we could adopt, but I couldn’t have a child that was purely our creation. I thought about a little boy or girl with his smile and dimples. I questioned if the kid would be tall like Emmett or short like me, would the kid phase like me or be strong like Emmett.

I was thankful the Rosalie was the only one who noticed my sudden mood change. She gave me a soft smile and placed her hand on top of my free one, she gave it a comforting squees before the Bell rang.

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“did I upset you at lunch today?” Emmett asked as he pulled out his English book from his bag. I turned away from my book shelf and gave him a confused look.

“what do you mean?” he sighed and put a pencil inside his text book so he wouldn't lose his place. “when Jasper said we didn't need any little mes running around... I said like that would ever happen... You looked upset and I didn't want to ask infront of everyone” Emmett explained.

I shrugged and took my spot next to him on my bed. “I hadn't really thought about kids honestly... I mean would love to be a mom”

Emmett looked down with remorse. I've seen him happy, exited, pissed, but I have yet to see any sadness in those golden eyes. “I'm sorry...”

I quickly shook my head and placed my hand on the side of his jaw. “don't be sorry” I turned his head so our eyes could meet.

“maybe in the future... When we're ready we could adopt or something... You don't have to be sorry about anything, I have you and that's all that matters”

He leaned forward and kissed me softly, he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?”

I chuckled softly and nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you Em”

“I love you too” he smiled as he pulled me to his chest. After a moment of silence I slipped out of his arms and grabed his text book.

“okay, studding” I said getting comfortable between his legs and rested my back to his chest. He chuckled. “I honestly thought you were joking”

“unlike you I actually have to study and graduate” I joked. “I can just give you the awnsers, I've seen it all” he said closing the book.

I opened it back up. “that's cheating” I said opening it back up. “well your stuck with me the rest of eternity, so that means many centuries of more school so I doesn't matter” he said closing the text book yet again.

I sighed and threw my head back on his shoulder. “your not gonna let me study, are you?”

Me leaned down and kissed my forehead. “maybe later”

I playfully rolled my eyes and closed the book, so I could give him the attention he so desperately wanted.

#Emmett cullen x reader #Emmett cullen imagines #emmett cullen story #Emmett cullen #Twilight story #Charlie swan x reader #Bella swan x reader #Edward cullen x reader #Carlisle cullen x reader #Esme cullen x reader #Rosalie Hale x reader #Damon Salvatore x reader #Alice cullen x reader #Jasper Hale x reader #Wolf pack x reader

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cecilebutcher · 10 months

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ღLove Songs I Associate With Different Twst Charactersღ

Characters: All of the nrc students minus ortho(plus some of my Oc’s because I can)

Riddle rosehearts: Photograph by, Cody Fry

“If I wished myself a superpower. I would make this moment last for hours. If I had my will, time would just stand still. Wait for me until I find some magic film. To take a photograph and live inside. The sun is going down. Your skin is like a painting. The light is perfect now. But I can feel it changing”

Trey Clover: To you from me by, Naethan Apollo

“See, your smile makes me smile, no, that's cringe. Your laugh makes me laugh, that's even worse. If my journey on this path could ever lead to losing you. I know which path is not my path. You're a blessing from the sky. You're the thief that stole my mind. You're the reason why I think of you all the time. You're the little tiny bug that found its way inside my ear. And now I can't think a thought. without wishing you were here”

Cater Diamond: Loverboy by, A-Wall

“Kill the lights. Oh, baby, close your eyes. The way you're looking at me. You've got me mesmerized. Something I can't escape. Feel like I'm lost in space. You've got that good loving. Girl, if you leave me I might throw my heart away. You know my heart can't take the break. Nothing will ever be the same. We'll meet again some other day. Oh, yeah””

Ace Trappola: Best Friend by, laufey

“But I promise that I love you. Even with that hair-do. I'm sorry I made fun of it. It's not your fault it looks like shit. I have never tolerated someone for so long. I've never laughed so much. I haven't written a sad song. There's no one else. I'd rather fall asleep with and dream with. You're my best friend in the world”

Deuce Spade: Best Friend by, rex Orange County

“And that's because I wanna be your favorite boy. I wanna be the one that makes your day. The one you think about as you lie awake. I can't wait to be your number one. I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine. But I still wanna break your heart and make you cry”

Leona Kingscholar: Nothing Bruno Major

“There's not many people.I'd honestly say I don't mind losing to but there's nothing like doing nothing with you. Dumb conversations. We lose track of time. Have I told you lately. I'm grateful you're mine. We'll watch The Notebook. For the 17th time. I'll say "It's stupid". Then you'll catch me crying”

Ruggie Butchie: Absolutely Smitten by, dodie

“That girl just there, yes, she's the one. With Cupid's arrow in her bum. Handsome stranger, you have made her happy. The first in a long time. Did you just whisper in her ear? Words she only dreamed to hear? Pretty lady, look at how he's smiling. I think he likes you”

Jack Howl: This side of paradise by, Coyote Theory

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?). Our fingers dancing when they meet. You seem so lonely (are you lonely?). I'll be the only dream you seek. So if you're lonely, no need to show me. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me. Lonely (are you lonely?). Passion is crashing as we speak. You seem so lonely (are you lonely?). You're the ground my feet won't reach. So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

Azul Ashengrotto: Only girl by, Stephen Sanchez

“Baby, won't you be my girl Baby, won't you be my girl? Baby, won't you be my only girl Baby, won't you be my girl? Your love, that's got my head in a. twirl, lady. So baby, won't you be my only girl?I don't want nobody else. No, I just want you to myself,So,won't you please forever be my only girl Only girl”

Jade Leech: Mine by, Bazzi

“Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time. Feels like forever even if. forever's tonight. Just lay with me, waste this night away with me. You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say. I'm so fucking happy you're alive (huh, yeah). Swear to God, I'm down if you're. down, all you gotta say is right (yeah, yeah)”

Floyd Leech: Until I found you by, Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold

“I would rather die than let you go. Juliet to your Romeo. How I heard you say”I would never fall in love again until I found her". I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her.I found you”

Kalim Al-Asim: Paper Rings by, Taylor Swift

“Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night. (Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright. Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life.( One, two, one two three four!). I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this”

Jamil Viper: I wanna be yours by, Arctic Monkeys

“Secrets I have held in my heart. Are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Let me be your 'leccy meter. And I'll never run out. Let me be the portable heater. That you'll get cold without”

Vil Shoenheit: La seine by, Vanessa Paradise

“She's resplendent, so confident. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I realize, I'm hypnotized. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I hear the moon singing a tune. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. Is she divine, Is it the wine. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine”

Rook Hunt: Ma belle Evangeline by, Jim Cummings

“Look how she lights up the sky. Ma Belle Evangeline. So far above me, yet I. Know her heart belongs to only me. Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline. You're my queen of the night. So still. So bright. That someone as beautiful as she. Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true. And I love you, Evangeline”

Epel Felmier: I’d rather be me (with you) by, Rebecca Sugar

“… I'd rather be me with you. Wherever we go. I already trust. I'd know what to do if it were us. I'd know what to say. I'd know how to be. I'd know your entire syllabus. I can't think of any other thing in the world I would rather do. If I could be. I'd rather be me with you”

Idia Shroud: Numbers by, TEMPOREX

“Things just really aren't that bad. I got a nice mom and I got a cool dad. I just stay in my room too long. But I finally got a girlfriend, and she's the bomb”

Malleus Draconia:100 years by, OR3O

“They call me crazy. They call me mad. It'd been so many years I could barely stand. But I remember the days we had and the bad days start to disappear. I hope the best though I'm no longer here. Musical kittens make me think of you Every little thing here makes me think of you. So I wrote this little song hoping you would hear someday. It's been a hundred years and I am still in love with you”

Lilia Vanrouge:O sol e a lua by, poqueno Cidadão

“O sol pediu a lua em casamento. E a lua, disse. Não sei, não sei, não sei. Me dá um tempo. E 24 horas depois o sol nasceu a lua se pôs e. O sol pediu a lua em casamento E a lua, disse. Não sei, não sei, não sei. Me dá um tempo”

Silver (Vanrouge): Hidden in the sand by, tally hall

“We were playing in the sand. And you found a little band. You told me you fell in love with it. Hadn't gone as I planned. When you had to bid adieu. Said you'd never love anew. I wondered if I could hold it. And fall in love with it too. You told me to buy a pony. But all I wanted was you”

Sebek Zigvolt: Valentine by, Laufey

“What if he's the last one I kiss? What if he's the only one I'll ever miss? Maybe I should run, I'm only 21. I don't even know who I want to become. I've lost all control of my heartbeat now. Got caught in a romance with him somehow. I still feel a shock through every bone. When I hear an "I love you". 'Cause now I've got someone to lose”

-:OC’s:-

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: Soft Bitch by, Rio Romeo

“Love made me approachable. Love made me sweet. It's fucking miserable. But it can't be beat Love made me cordial. It never ends. I want to terrify you. But instead we're friends. Love made me soft. For the best”

Tao Yùchi: I won’t say (I’m in love) by, Susan Egan

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl. Unless you're dying to cry your heart out. You keep on denying. Who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, we're not buying. Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up. When ya gonna own up. That ya got, got, got it bad”

Igor Kazentoc: love like you by, Rebecca Sugar

“I always thought I might be bad. Now I'm sure that it's true. 'Cause I think you're so good. And I'm nothing like you. Look at you go. I just adore you. I wish that I knew. What makes you think I'm so special. If I could begin to do. Something that does right by you. I would do about anything. I would even learn how to love”

Junto Shuisha: would you be so kind? By, Dodie

“Oh, would you be so kind As to fall in love with me? You see, I'm trying I know you know that I like you But that's not enough. So if you would, please fall in love. I think it's only fair. There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere (wanna share?). 'Cause I like you but that's not enough. So if you will. Please fall in love with me”

Jasper Spade: first love/last spring by,mitski

“Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that. Lately I've been crying like a. Tall child. So please hurry leave me. I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me. 胸がはち切れそうで. One word from you and I would. Jump off of this. Ledge I'm on Baby. Tell me "don't". So I can. Crawl back in”

Najih Al-Amin: Don’t you dare by, Kaden MacKay

“Just gеt out of my daydreams. You’re an unwelcomе guest. And stop making me miss you. ‘Cause you leaving’s for the best ‘Cause I just couldn’t stand having you as my crutch. You’re a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it’ll burn me too much To bear. So don’t you dare”

Aikat Spanos: Passing papers by, Egg

“Cause Smiles are my weakness and I think yours is the prettiest. And you show it quite a bit when I'm with you. It's almost entertaining how we're searching for the same thing. But I could never try to see it through. Yes I meant it when I said that you were pretty. We never knew each other well and it's a pity. Sometimes I wonder if when you hear 1950. I come to mind”

Phobes Spanos: Dance with me by, Topline Addicts

“You say "Come and dance with me". But I'm a bit too shy so I just smile politely. I know you want me to. What have I got to lose? You said, "Let me dance with you". But I got two left feet, no rhythm, or groove. I'm dancin' anyhow. But I still walked home by myself”

Ngl this was a lot of fun to do. I might do a part two with the staff and rsa, probably with the rest of my OC’s too^^

Likes and comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3

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formulawonu · 2 years

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can i request seventeen asking for cuddles after a nightmare 🥺🥺🥺

seventeen & nightmares

a/n: bye this prompt is so cute 😭 i got carried away idk why this became so long :( also idk why tumblr is glitching and formatting stuff weird

seungcheol: would 100% try to make it seem like he just wants to cuddle nothing suspicious ha haha... then when ur both trying to go back to sleep he whispers "honestly i just had a nightmare" :/ poor baby let him cuddle u all night long!!!! on the other hand if u have a nightmare he is ur #1 protector. do u need the lights on do u need water do u wanna talk? oh u just want to cuddle? HE CAN DO THAT

jeonghan: it happens in the middle of the night and it is the faintest of movement from him because he doesn't want to wake you but he makes sure you're right next to him and he pulls you in closer and eventually leaves a kiss on ur head just thankful u are there. but he'd tell u about it in passing the next morning acting like it wasnt anything so u dont worry :/ IM GONNA KMS and if its u with the nightmare you'd shake him awake and he'd ask u whats wrong in his sleepy voice but listen and talk to u however long u need to fall back asleep while cuddling u:/ f m l

joshua: STOP he would get up immediately and open all the lights to make u feel better :/ he'd make u sit up then get you water and rub ur back if its a super bad nightmare just so u know everything is gonna be okay :( would also be willing to do something random even if its the middle of the night to get ur mind off of it... like would bake warm cookies with you or smth ahhahah if he has a nightmare i think he'd try to wake u up like once but if u dont wake up he'd be content with just cuddling closer to u and falling asleep with his arms around u. ur his comfort pillow

junhui: waking junhui up because of a nightmare would be funny because he's clearly disoriented from being woken up all of a sudden but he's trying his best to make sense of why he's awake dkufgjhshf "HUH WHAT DO U MEAN SOMEONE CHASED U JUST NOW DO I CALL THE COPS?" takes him a min to process but comforts u the best way he can:/ he'd give good cuddles:( i think if he was the one with the nightmare he wouldnt really wake u or mind if ur half-asleep but he'd be talking about it out loud while playing with ur hair just so he could calm down and process it on his own

hoshi: he'd wake you up in the middle of the night so u both could process what the nightmare meant and you'd probably lie in bed just talking about different things to get his mind off of it:( he'd be playing with your hand and muttering random things solely saved for sacred late night conversations and moments. ur the bigger spoon when u eventually go to sleep n cuddle. if u have the nightmare he'd try his best to listen to u but i think he'd be falling asleep 😅 however its like second nature for him and he gives u one of the best cuddles ever

wonwoo: DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIM like if you had a nightmare and you wake him up and tell him about it he'd find a way to make it sound like a good thing like that time seungkwan had that nightmare of wonwoo and he said it meant something good djshfdjkfh he'd also drop everything to cuddle u and hum u to sleep:/ if he has the nightmare he honestly wouldnt wake you up to ask for cuddles bc he doesnt wanna bother u I FEEL ILL 😭😭😭 like the only way u find out he's had a nightmare is if he tells u abt it the next day or u personally wake up to his movement in the bed and see he's sitting up reading or using his phone to get his mind off of it:/

woozi: be REAL u had the nightmare and he would give up his personal space to cuddle u:/ "jihoon are u awake..." "no" "please i had a nightmare" he'd immediately sit up and ask you if you wanna talk about it or how he could help you and when u say u just wanna be near him he'd give in and cuddle because duh hes a simp 🙄 if he has a nightmare he honestly just pulls u in closer in bed

minghao: hao would be so sweet about it like i think he would know ur having a nightmare before u even wake up and he'd shake u lightly because he's that receptive of u and how u are dhjfgfksj like he'd be all "babe its okay i think u were having a nightmare" then he's hugging u or rubbing ur back UGH but if he had the nightmare i think he's another one that wouldnt wake you up.. he'd get up drink some tea to calm himself down then get in bed and naturally cuddle up to u help

mingyu: ok thing is u NORMALLLY cuddle with this man but the grip he has around u specifically after a nightmare (regardless of if u or he had it) is strong and secure and everything is suddenly right with the world as long as u are in his arms dksfjhdsdfj but it'd also go like "i had a dream ~this~ happened" and he would say "ok but logically that can't happen" ok thanks mingyu! big help! but he just wants to make sure ur okay anyway:/

seokmin: he'd be so cute uisdkhjfsdkrfjh like ur there telling him about ur nightmare and he's trying his best to listen and be supportive but he's also scared out of his mind bec of the contents of ur dream so now he's lost in his thoughts and u both are scared hjdgfdjh same goes for if he has the nightmare 😭 but the cuddles are extra tight and u guys just keep talking in bed until u drift off into bed i can imagine it going "hey are u still awake im still scared" "i was FALLING ASLEEP" "ok but im still scared" kdfjhdfkgjh

seungkwan: he'd try his best to make u laugh if u woke him up after a nightmare :( like he'd get up and pretend to look under the bed start fighting an imaginary whatever in mid air and get mad ydfhgkfd "ok come out let me fight u" he'll have u laughing but also intently listening to whatever nightmare u had bec he cares :( if he had a nightmare he'd wake you up also n he might be crying :( he'd be talking about it and he'd pull u into his arms while just talking about it. just be there for him and tell him its gonna be ok :( kwannnieeeeeee :(

vernon: THIS MAN. he would actually be such a good listener its just that i also think he generally wouldnt know what to say??? like he knows he wants to comfort u and be there for u but also its several taps on the back and "errr dont worry it wasnt real..." or he'd just straight up ask u how he can be there for u :( if u ask him for cuddles i think he'd overthink it and u would feel him be more stiff than usual bc he doesnt know how cuddles logically help u get over nightmares ukdsjfhsd which is why i think vernon honestly just wakes up from a nightmare processes that its a nightmare and goes back to sleep period

dino: he is internally panicking bec wtf no one told him how to help someone else deal w nightmares how does HE even deal with nightmares???? but he'd be so cute trying to make u feel better :( but u wouldnt have to ask for cuddles honestly like his caring nature means he naturally pulls u in and keeps u there until ur fast asleep again ugh dhkdsfh if he has the nightmare i think he'd sit up then check to make sure ur there then cuddle u again :( he'd try to go back to sleep but if he really cant he'd wake u up and say sorry for waking u up jahjashdkjsh

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 5 months

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Other Parts: Part One, Part Three (short version), Part Three (long version) and Part Four.

Finnick was woken by a loud knock on his door. He startled and was confused as to where he was, then he saw you and relaxed. He took some deep breaths to calm his rapidly beating heart and checked his watch. It was 12:00 in the afternoon! You'd both slept in hours after your shifts started. The door went again and he was annoyed at how loud it was. He didn't want it to wake you! So he got up as carefully but quickly as possible and opened the door.

Haymitch was still there leaning against the door and it was only then that Finnick realised he was naked. He shifted so the door covered his lower half and smiled "hey Haymitch, what's up?". "You're 3 hours late for work and Y/n is 4, any idea what happened?". "Oh shoot! We were up late last night exercising and I think we overdid it, sorry Haymitch". "Exercising huh?" Haymitch asked and Finnick nodded "yeah you know like we do in Beetee's lab". Haymitch nodded "right and would you happen to know where Y/n is as she's not answering her door". Finnick was struggling to think of a lie when he was saved.

"You know full well that I'm in here you pervert so leave us alone!" your voice suddenly carried through from Finnick's room and the two men froze. "Can't we have one morning off for fuck sake?" you finished. Finnick smiled "yeah she's fine she's with me" and Haymitch nodded "I figured, yes you can have the morning off Y/n because you already have! They want you in work in half an hour" and with a nod he left.

Finnick closed the door and came back inside to find you awake but still burrowed in his quilt. "Assholes, can't they give us one lie in?". Finnick smiled coming back to you in bed, even if it was just for a few minutes. "I mean we did sleep pretty late". "Yeah because you kept me up most of the night" you smiled tracing his chest before you paused "is this...are you okay with what happened last night" you asked "you seemed pretty sure last night but I wanted to check". In response, Finnick gently kissed you before pulling back. "I'm more than okay with this" he smiled as he leaned over you "I'm happy".

That took you back a bit and you nodded "oh, that's...that's good" you said and Finnick laughed remembering Masons weren't too upfront with their emotions. "I guess we'll have to do it again then" you said and Finnick nodded "definitely, it was the best kind of sparring. I'm pretty sure you won last night but I think next time will be my victory". You were fiercely competitive so that statement got your attention right away. "Really?" you asked "okay then why don't we go right now and see who wins?". You sat up letting the quilt fall away from you and arched your back so you were inches away from Finnick.

It was one of the most beautiful sites Finnick had ever seen and it took everything in him not to kiss you. "I would but if we start we won't be done in half an hour and we don't want to be disturbed, do we?" he asked playing with your chin. You nodded "good point" and moved away from him. "I guess I'll see you next time then" and with a smile, wrapped your towel around yourself and left.

You got to work within half an hour and not a minute sooner. Haymitch saw you walk in and raised an eyebrow. "Thanks for gracing us with your presence" he said and you mock bowed to him "you're so welcome". You were a good worker who just put her head down on got on with it but today was a little different. Finnick kept popping into your head and moments from last night flashed through your head making you smile. You kept thinking about how Finnick looked at you and the things he'd whispered in your ear...it made you walk with a bounce in your step and you felt so desirable. The power of Finnick Odair.

Your excellent mood persisted all day, so much so, you even made some small talk with some co-workers as you were clocking out! You headed straight for the dining room for dinner and that's when you saw Finnick. He was lining up to get his portion when he looked up and spotted you...and a smug smile spread across his face. A matching smirk appeared on your face involuntarily and you grabbed a tray and joined him in line. "Good day at work?" you asked him and he nodded "the best! Then again, I did have a really good sleep last night so that might've helped". You smiled "same, I had the comfiest pillow. A bit clingy but I didn't mind". "Oh I know you didn't mind" Finnick snapped back and he actually made you blush! That never happened and Finnick loved it. He chuckled to himself and didn't take his eyes off you until he got to the front of the line.

Neither of you were too focused on your food and 4 minutes in Finnick just set his knife and fork down "do you want to just head to mine and repeat last night?". "Yes definitely" you agreed standing up and were out of the room in the blink of an eye with a grinning Finnick trailing.

It was like that a lot at first, the two of you sneaking off together and constantly swapping between your room and his depending on which one of you caved faster. You loved everything about being with Finnick and had truly found your match. Nobody had even been able to capture your attention nor make you crumble as quickly as him and you couldn't stop yourself going back for more. Luckily, the feeling was mutual.

4 weeks from when you and Finnick had first hooked up, things had settled down a little. You weren't constantly trying to rip each other's clothes off and could now be in close proximity without it turning into a make-out session. So sitting across the table from him as you ate dinner was safe for you now. It was Monday and one of the days you had training planned. "I was speaking to Gale earlier and he said he'd appreciate some combat lessons so I said he could join us tonight" you told Finnick. He paused and looked at you "in our sparring sessions?". You nodded "yeah, you don't mind sharing right?" with a purposeful look and Finnick shot you a winning smile "the more the merrier".

That was not the vibe you got when Finnick walked into the training room but it probably didn't help that you and Gale had both arrived early and were already sparring when he walked in. You and Gale were standing metres apart, each trying to catch the other one off guard. You heard the door open and knew it would be Finnick, Gale looked up to check and you used that to your advantage. You managed to get Gale on the floor and stabbed a knife next to his head "dead!" you declared happily "hey Finnick". "Hey" he said dryly.

You'd noticed Finnick had lots of different voices and faces, almost like they were performances and the voice he was using tonight was his public one. "So I see you got right into it". Gale nodded getting to his feet "thanks for letting me join, I'm good with a gun but don't have much experience fighting hand-to-hand". Finnick nodded "well we can definitely help you out with that. Why don't we spar together?" he asked gesturing between Gale and himself. Gale nodded "sure!" and the two lined up. You could see how tense Finnick was and despite Gale being the bigger of the two, you didn't like his chances.

You were right, Finnick made sure Gale spent most of the time on the floor and he walked out of the training room a lot stiffer than when he walked in. "That was mean" you commented and Finnick shrugged "I have no idea what you're talking about".

You changed the subject and managed to get Finnick back to normal until you passed Katniss on the coridoor. "Oh hey Gale mentioned he sparred with you two, I didn't know you were training". You nodded "yeah have been for a few weeks now" and Katniss nodded. "You can join us if you want?" you offered and Katniss smiled "thanks, I might do" you walked away.

When you were alone you asked Finnick if he'd mind Katniss joining. He shook his head "no Katniss is fine" and you couldn't help but smile. "What?" Finnick asked and you laughed. "I was joking earlier but are you really jealous of Gale? You hated him joining". Finnick didn't reply so you knew it was true and took in a sharp breath. "Wow, the god himself Finnick Odair is jealous!" you gasped mock fainting and Finnick rolled his eyes. "He's a good-looking guy okay, I could see any girl liking him...possibly including the one I'm interested in". "So you were worried I'd trade you in for Gale?" you asked with a smile but there was nothing jokey in Finnick's expression. "Something like that" he agreed staring at you closely "see I know you're into me. I can tell because you told me, you were the one who initiated this and you fall apart every time I touch you". "Not every time" you argued but Finnick shot you down with a sharp "most of the time, especially when I touch you just right" and you felt your breathing increase at the intensity of Finnick. "I don't worry you want me but the idea of Gale or another guy touching you" Finnick let out a sigh "I don't like that, as far as I'm concerned it's my job to please you and nobody can do it better than me". You tilted your head to one side "really...because Gale is taller than you and probably a little stronger than you plus his shoulders are so nice and broad, I could imagine holding onto them all night long". "Stop" Finnick said and you smiled "why, don't like that mental image? Because it's growing on me". "Don't" Finnick said tensely "don't think about him that way". "Make me" you shrugged and it was as if those were the words Finnick had been waiting for.

In seconds he had you pinned to the wall, your arms trapped neck to your head as he fought you for dominance. You kept him going for quite a few minutes and finally Finnick pulled back for breath. "You're cute when you're jealous" you told him and his jaw got even tighter. "If you're so sure I don't have such an effect on you then how about we raise the stakes tonight?" he asked "you can't react to anything I do, if you don't then I'll admit I'm not the best guy to please you but if you move, or whine or moan" he smiled "then I'll stop, until you admit how good I am. Deal?". You loved the sound of having all of Finnick's attention on you so nodded "sure but how are you going to ensure I don't move or play back?". Showing you he'd thought ahead Finnick pulled some straps from out of his drawer and you got the message as he began attaching them to the bed frame. "Come on sweetie, don't get shy on me now" Finnick said patting the bed and your ego came back. "Happily" you replied "I'll even help you out" and removed your clothes swiftly before striding over to him "give it your best shot".

You always were a big talker and this was one of those occasions. Finnick won the bet easily and had you begging for him in minutes. He made you wait a little longer and then finally gave you everything you wanted. Literally everything. You both looked like you'd just taken a shower with how much your were gleaming and you felt on cloud nine. You also must've been going soft in your ripe old 20s because you turned to Finnick and smiled. "Well as amazing as that was, it wasn't too necessary. No guy has caught my attention since you". "Oh really?" Finnick asked sarcastically and you hit his arm. "Shut up! I was trying to be nice!" you said turning away but Finnick caught your arm "no I was just teasing, I get that. I know you weren't worried about other girls but you don't need to be either". You nodded "so in line with that...I'm not seeing anyone else at the moment except you and I'm not planning on changing that, we can keep it just the two of us if you want?". Finnick looked at you "I might want that if you want that? Do you want that" and you grinned "yes you idiot" and Finnick smiled "take that Gale" making you shake your head. "Please, Gale has nothing on you honey" and you swear Finnick had a permanent smile on his face for the rest of the week.

Dating Finnick was not what you expected it to be at all. Some things made sense, like Finnick being extremely hot, flirty and a lot of fun. He loved to be teased and thrived under your attention. However, there were other sides to him you didn't expect. Finnick could be very considerate and attentive, if you mentioned something once to him he'd remember it especially if it was something you said you liked. He did love attention but seemed to love spoiling you more, especially in the bedroom. He was so responsive to your body and would be watching you constantly for clues as to what you'd like best next. He very rarely demanded anything for himself and was definitely a quick learner. He was also softer than you expected, when he told you he preferred to be the little spoon you thought he was joking until you saw how soundlessly he slept in your arms. After that, you let him be the little spoon every time and the smile Finnick gave you each time made it all worth it. You felt really happy with Finnick and it made you wonder if you had any right to feel that way.

"Do you think we should feel bad for this?" you asked him one night and Finnick looked at you "For us? Annie's dead and you've...never had any other partners?". You elbowed him in the chest making him laugh "please I've had tons of others! Men and women swoon at the sight of me". "That I can believe" he smiled turning on his stomach so he could see you better "okay then for what?". "For enjoying ourselves?" you asked "for...being happy". Finnick looked at you "I'm making you happy?". You blushed but nodded "since we've gotten together things just seem brighter, more hopeful, happier". Finnick didn't say a word, he just bent down and kissed you. "Y/n there is nothing better in the world than you being happy, so if I make you happy then screw everything else. It can only be a good thing and you deserve this". "Even when Johanna is..." and your voice cracked. Finnick quickly wrapped his arms around you, he held you close and soothed you as you tried not to cry. "It's okay" he said softly "we both know your sister loves you more than anything else in the world. She'd want you to be happy, she'd be glad we found one another and I can't wait to tell her when we rescue her". You looked at Finnick and smiled because this was the first time he'd suggested telling people. He saw your reaction and it warmed his heart so he continued. "I think we should stop hiding it now we're official too, I think we should tell people". You nodded "if you're ready". Finnick laughed "please baby I was born ready" making you laugh too. "Okay then, we'll tell people" you agreed and Finnick nodded. "After tomorrow though, I want you all to myself for another 24 hours" and there was no way you could say no to that.

Neither of you said anything public to announce your relationship, instead, you just stopped being discreet. You'd already been pretty suspicious so when people saw Finnick kiss you in the dining room that confirmed it and the rumour spread like wildfire, even to the highest in the chain.

"You and Finnick?" Katniss asked as she saw you in the corridor and you looked up surprised. "I'm shocked you noticed Mockingjay". "Prim told me" she admitted "She saw you this morning. I wouldn't have noticed if she didn't tell me, I had no idea you two were...was it going on before?". You shook your head "no, I always thought he was hot but I didn't meet him until a year after Johanna won. Then he was so focused on Annie, I don't think he knew any other girls existed. This all happened after we got here". Katniss nodded "I'm happy for you" she said and you smirked "well you could try and sound it!". Katniss went to apologise but you brushed her off "come on don't be stupid, I know you're happy for us and you don't have to pretend to be over the moon just for appearances. Coin did that and it was so fake". "Really?" Katniss asked and you nodded "she called Finnick and I into her office and told us how happy she was we'd found happiness here and then asked if we'd broadcast it to the Capitol". "What did you say?" Katniss asked and you grinned "I told her no of course! So don't worry, you don't have to do or say anything, you don't owe us or anyone anything". Katniss nodded to you "thank you" and you could feel some heavy emotion in those words. You knew things had been difficult for her and again felt guilty you and Finnick were having it so easily. You put a hand on her arm "District 13 might want to hire you as an actress but you don't have to do that around me".

Your mind sometimes went to dark places and one evening while Finnick was polishing his trident you let your thoughts come out. "What do you think it would've been like if we were in the same games together?" you asked. "In the quarter quell?" Finnick asked "we'd have teamed up of course". You shook your head "no in a normal game, if you got reaped later and I got reaped earlier". Finnick looked at you and shook his head "I don't even want to think about that" but you weren't having that. "Oh come I know you have because I have. Whenever I spar you there's a part of me wondering if I'd be able to kill you. If you were coming at me to murder me I'd be able to take you down instead. If you'd be a threat or a cannon".

Sometimes Finnick forgot the games had left a mark on you because you hid it a lot better than anyone he knew. He forgot you weren't just a hot pretty flirty girl but a victor who had killed 5 people in her own games. You were a murderer just like him.

He took a breath "well I think you could kill me and you could use your brains to do so. You're smarter than me, sometimes quicker and have good endurance. In the games, I think it would've just depended on circumstance as to which one of us killed the other". You seemed satisfied with that answer and nodded.

"Gale said they might be ready to put me in combat soon" you said trying to change the subject but it wasn't a great one. Finnick must've done a worse job hiding his face than he thought because you took his hand. "I know you're not too keen on me fighting but I'm doing well in training and think I'll be able to help. Plus it's not a famous victor like you or Katniss so it's no great risk". "Don't say that" Finnick said and you shrugged "why it's true". "It's not" Finnick said "you're valuable Y/n and a lot of people care about you, i care about you". You turned to look at him as if checking he was being serious. Finnick stared into your eyes and eventually your own softened. "Thanks, I care about you two" you said hugging him "but you don't need to worry. Nothing's agreed yet". "I hope it never is" he said and he wasn't joking.

Something changed in your relationship that night. It was no longer just sex but had crossed into something else. Finnick held onto you tighter and it dawned on him how much he'd come to rely on you. How much he craved as well as needed you. Finnick realised this was something more serious than he'd even realised.

You didn't know there was a rescue attempt for the other victors until Finnick told you he'd be broadcasting while they did it. He seemed nervous when he explained it to you making you pause. "But you'll be safe the whole time right, you'll be here?" and Finnick nodded "oh yeah don't worry I'll just be talking" but the way he said it didn't make sense. Then when he started talking about his life in the capitol it all made sense.

Everyone was of course fixed on the task force infiltrating the capitol but you couldn't tear your eyes off of Finnick. It was like a bad dream, the more he said, the more horrified you became. You had no idea all the things that had been done to him and his body, the things they had made him do and let people do to him. Just when you thought the Capitol couldn't get any worse they surprised you. Finnick came to your room late that night and the second he stepped in the doorway you just stared at one another. You broke the silence first.

"I'm really sorry" you said quietly "for what they did to you I...I had no idea". Finnick shrugged "it's okay I mean why would you?". You didn't know what to say or do, you just wanted to hug Finnick but also didn't want to touch him in case it scared him. Finnick looked up and smiled sadly to see you watching him so carefully "you're frowning" he said "careful it will give you wrinkles". His smile and words didn't match though and he stopped after he saw your response. "Y/n it's okay" he said "it was a long time ago". "But those sorts of things stick with you" you said "they don't just go away...is that what you have nightmares about?". Finnick's eyes went away, you saw his consciousness disappear for a second and you wanted to sob but you stopped yourself from crying. This wasn't about you or your tears, it was about Finnick. You could cry later.

He came back to you and let out an awkward laugh "yeah sometimes, it's always either in the games or after the games, sometimes I think I've left the games but I haven't and at times I can't actually tell which was worse". You swallowed and stepped forwards "we will make them pay for this Finnick, I swear to you I will avenge your child self, I will get justice for what they did to you. You will not have suffered for nothing".

Finnick stared at you without blinking and you wondered if he'd gone away again until a tear fell down his cheek. "Thank you" he said, his voice strained as he was clearly holding it in. "Can I...can I hug you?" you asked and Finnick nodded his head, immediately more tears fell and he began to sob as you hugged him. You held him as he cried his eyes out and comforted him as best you could. You held onto him tightly and once he'd got through the worst of it whispered how he was safe and loved. "I won't let anything bad happen to you again" you told him and he clung to you.

He needed to believe that and luckily, you meant every word.

Later that night, something occurred to you. "Finnick, is your experience as a young Victor the reason you pulled away from me when I first got out? We were close and then you started avoiding me". Finnick looked down before nodding "it was Johanna's idea and I agreed with it the second she suggested it. Johanna did a pretty great job scaring people off her but she'd marketed you as this pretty charming girl. We were scared if people saw you with me, the people who bought me would want to buy you...or even both you and I together" Finnick swallowed "so Joanna took your home, made sure everyone saw you with your scary sister and waited for the buzz to die down. I'm sorry I avoided you". You nodded "it's okay, I just totally knew you were into me and there had to be a logical reason you backed off instead of you not being attracted to me". Finnick laughed and it was a genuine one. You were growing to love those smiles and it worried you but there was nothing you could do about it. It was like falling down a hole, you couldn't stop yourself and didn't know if you even wanted to.

Finnick shook his head coming towards you "well you're right, I thought you were beautiful when I first saw you and I've always been attracted to you. I'm glad I'm finally able to tell you" he said and then got his mischievous smile "and do this" and he leaned in to kiss you.

It was a good kiss. The kind that had you breathless but wanting more. Finnick pulled away knowing that and shot you a downright devilish smile "am I forgiven?". "You know you are you smug git!" you cried and Finnick pulled you even closer. "You know you love it" he commented and you couldn't even argue with that.

You couldn't sleep until you got word from your sister and you and Finnick stayed awake as you waited for news. Then, after hours of silence, everything was chaos and you ran to the infirmary to see people everywhere. Nobody could tell you what happened or even if Johanna was alive. You were getting more and more frantic when you heard "Y/n there!" as Finnick grabbed your arm and you spotted her.

"Johanna!" you cried rushing over to her. She was ripping some cords off her arm when she smiled at you. "Y/n" she said and she opened her arms. You rushed into them and hugged her tightly making her wince. "Careful kid I'm still injured remember?" she asked. "Then why were you ripping all the wire out that help you?" you shot back and your sister smirked "touché, has she been this smart-mouthed since I've been gone Finnick?". Finnick was standing at the end of her bed, smiling a the two of you. Everything felt right in the world, you were leading a rebellion, you had Finnick, you had your sister back... then everything went to shit.

Finnick went to answer your sister when with a sharp scream a red-headed girl engulfed him in a hug. "Annie?" he asked looking as if he'd just seen a ghost and you looked to Johanna "we thought she was dead?". "Nope, Capitol just said that. I think it's when they started suspecting things were up but she's fine and they're back together".You followed her gaze to where Annie was now in Finnick's arms. Finnick was searching her face, clearly asking her the same questions you'd asked Johanna and then she leaned down and kissed him.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you and you turned to Johanna "we need to get these all back in you" you said pointing to the wires on the floor "doctor!" and you took off after one heading as far away from Finnick and the love of his life as you possibly could.

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blackjackkent · 13 days

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Broken Little Puppets

Pairing: Astarion & Karlach Characters: Astarion, Karlach Rating: Gen Content Tags: Dialogue-heavy, bonding, moving on, light angst Word Count: 1.8k Setting: Several days after Cazador boss fight, Lower City camp. Read on AO3 other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests! Summary: Karlach supports Astarion after a nightmare about Cazador’s ritual - and gets a little support herself in return.

“Hey. Psst. Astarion– hey, hey!”

Astarion hears Karlach’s voice as if at a great distance. He is at the bottom of a deep black pool of reverie, trapped, drowning while still breathing. The world is far away, and the memories infinitely close, crawling across his skin.

Images flash through him with agonizing clarity. Some nights they are more indistinct, the accumulated recollections of years upon years of varying torments - but tonight it is almost as immediate as it was in life. The humming power holds him helpless on the edge of Cazador’s ritual circle, stripped of armor and weapons and friends and hope, feeling his master’s ascension starting to boil his blood with agonizing heat…

“No. No– please–” he whimpers, his head thrashing side to side. “Let me go–”

“Hey!”

The grip on his wrist enters the reverie and pulls. Another force trapping him, another surge of blazing heat. He jerks, lashes out blindly with his free hand, and his knuckles connect with a hard, solid jawline, sending a stab of pain through his wrist and up his arm.

“Ow! Fuck!” Karlach yelps.

Her voice finally breaks through the reverie, shattering it apart around him. His eyes snap open and he finds himself half-sitting up in his bedroll, looking at Karlach crouched in the tent flap. She’s holding her cheek with one hand and looks distinctly startled.

“What…?” Astarion mumbles, shaking his head to try and clear the lingering fog in his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Well, you punched me, for one thing,” Karlach says. Her usual grin, never far away, is already sliding back onto her face now that she sees him awake. “Didn’t know you had that kind of right hook, Fangs.”

“You never asked,” Astarion says, with a painfully transparent attempt at his usual cocky disdain. He sits up fully, rubbing absently at his stinging wrist. “What’s the idea, grabbing me like that?”

She shrugs, letting her hand fall. There’s a visible bruise already darkening along her jaw; he really did catch her perfectly square-on. “You were, uh, having a nightmare, I think,” she says cautiously. “Or whatever you call it when you’re an elf, doing your elf thing.”

“Elves don’t have nightmares,” he says curtly. It’s not entirely a lie - reverie is not sleep. It serves the same function, at least theoretically, but an elf in reverie is not unconscious and does not dream. He remembers, locked in meditative trance, everything that has ever happened to him, often in brilliant, visceral clarity. If only that truly meant there were no nightmares…

She shakes her head. “Well, whatever it was, you were - I dunno. You were… sort of whimpering, crying out. Sure didn’t seem like you were enjoying it.”

No. No, he most certainly wasn’t. It’s only been a few days since Cazador’s blood splattered over his knife and his hands and his face; those memories are still crisp and fresh, not yet melded in with the rest. “I’m fine.” He smiles thinly. “But thanks ever so much for your concern.”

“Uh huh.” She hunches forward, crouched on the balls of her feet, and rests her elbows across her knees. “You know that’s not at all convincing, right?”

He clicks his tongue and makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, all right, fine, you’ve dragged it out of me,” he says. “It was a sex dream. Very intense, lots of… you know. Positions. Orgiastic debauchery. People hanging naked upside down from chandeliers. Good cause for whimpering, is what I’m trying to say. So unless you’d like to hear all the nasty details, maybe you could just see yourself out of–”

“Astarion.” She’s still smiling, but there’s no humor in it suddenly, just a sort of rueful sadness. “I’m pretty dumb sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

His shoulders slump and he looks away from her, rubbing the heels of his hands to his temples. “Right. Of course.”

She settles forward into a more comfortable kneeling position. She’s so tall that her head still brushes the ceiling of the tent, her intact horn giving a gentle clink against the upper pole. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She doesn’t make any move to leave the tent, and he doesn’t make any move to force her. They both just sit there, listening to the muted bustle of the city outside their alleyway camp.

After a while he speaks, low, almost inaudible. “I couldn’t possibly explain it,” he says, “in a way that would make you understand.”

“Try me.” She rolls her head to one side, then the other, stretching out the muscles in her neck. “Maybe I’d surprise you.”

“You’re young,” he says bitterly. “How could you possibly comprehend torments that operated on a scale of decades?”

She juts out her jaw thoughtfully. “I had one decade in the Hells. Feels like maybe that counts for something.” When he doesn’t respond, she goes on quietly, “I get nightmares too, y’know. Ten years in the Hells is no two hundred years in Caza-fuck’s dirty basement, but you still rack up a lot of bad memories. And Zariel was just as much of a cruel fucking prick…”

It’s pathetically obvious what she’s doing, of course. Talking first to get him to talk after. He’s not fooled. Sort of endearing, though, he supposes; how many people would actually bother to try?

“Woke up just last night absolutely convinced I was beating the shit out of a hezrou,” she goes on. “You ever see one of them? Nasty little brutes. Only I kept killing it and it kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back…” She stops abruptly, pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. “Fucked up my pillow something good.”

He grunts noncommittally. Another long silence stretches between them.

“How’d it feel, killing him?” she asks abruptly. And this time her voice is quieter; it’s lost some of the note of friendly assurance.

He stiffens. “Surely you don’t need me to tell you what it’s like to kill someone,” he says sardonically. “I think we could both give a lecture on the subject that would put Gale to shame.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She frowns. “How’d it feel killing him?” The emphasis is clearer this time.

“Mm.” He gives her a keen look sidelong. “Rather the way it felt for you to kill Gortash, I imagine,” he says. “Though I think I managed it with more artistic flair. Really spattered the canvas, if you will.”

“Yeah.” She huffs out a breath, rattling her lips dramatically. “Watching you tear him up - it felt good. Wish I’d gone all-out like that, with Gortash. All I did was sink one good one right in his chest, but you left Cazzy just a piece of fucking meat. Shredded him. That’s the way it should be - for him, for Gortash, for Zariel, for all the fuckers who use people like that. Just a piece of fucking meat for some dog to chew on.”

Her voice has dropped lower, and he can feel the way the temperature in the tent has ticked up a notch or two as her engine starts to rev with agitation. “And even so…” she mutters sourly, “it still doesn’t fucking fix anything, in the end. Their final little laugh at our expense.”

He wants to object, to snarl out, like the wounded animal that he is, that of course it fixed things. He won. He’s alive (in a manner of speaking) and Cazador’s gone. He will never have to follow that bastard’s direction ever again, never again let his body be used, or be compelled to press a hot poker into his own flesh, or sit in solitary confinement while hunger gnaws in his belly like a furious beast. That is all over now, it’s done. It’s gone.

Except it isn’t, not really.

He is still a vampire. He will still never see his own face in a mirror again, or taste food as anything more than ash on his tongue. The scars on his back are still deep and harsh, spelling out an infernal message of ascension that has lost its only purpose. All the memories of two hundred years of abuse still linger in his mind, ready to be recalled in such clarity as if they happened yesterday.

And the hunger will never, ever, ever stop.

Nothing he did to Cazador changed that in the slightest, just the way nothing Karlach did to Gortash changed the inferno burning in her chest.

He shudders, his shoulders hunching up involuntarily as if recoiling from a blow. “No,” he mutters. “It doesn’t fix a damned thing.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Shoulda seen the way I screamed in Hector’s face when I figured that one out. Still, at least they’re dead. And we’re free.”

“Free. Yes.” He laughs sharply. “Two broken little puppets with their strings cut.”

She grins - with no humor but with a sort of savage intensity. “And still managing to put on a pretty good show.”

“Are we?” For a moment the sardonic mask slips and he lifts his head to look at her. “I’m not putting on a good show - I'm lost. All of Cazador’s power was at my fingertips, and instead I’m sitting in a dirty alleyway listening to Minsc snoring from the other end of the camp. This is no good show. It’s a farce.”

She says nothing, just waits, and eventually he adds grudgingly, “But it's my farce.”

“Damn right it is.” Humor flashes back into Karlach’s face suddenly. “Besides, who doesn’t love a good farce? Mistaken identities, slapstick, dick jokes… the height of entertainment, if you ask me.”

Astarion can’t help a slight, crooked grin in return. Karlach’s indomitable energy is always infectious, even in the deepest depths of his brooding. “Darling, let me be the first to condemn you as incurably lowbrow,” he says airily, giving a dismissive wave with one hand.

“Listen, vampy, I don’t have the kind of time you do to worry about appearances.” She uncurls her legs slowly from her chest to a cross-legged position instead. “Funny thing, y'know. You’re gonna go on and on forever, and I’ve got a year left in me, tops. But we’re both fighting the same fight when it comes down to it. Staring down all that freedom, trying to force it into a shape that makes sense. Make something worthwhile out of it before it’s too late.”

Astarion draws his head back and looks at her suddenly as if seeing her clearly for the first time. His fingers fidget absently with the edge of his bedroll. “Well,” he finally says quietly, “I won’t give up the fight if you don’t, hm?”

Her eyes brighten and she laughs. “Got yourself a deal, Fangs.”

#reposting this without the ask context because i realized the ask was filling up the whole preview area on the dash lol #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #karlach #karlach cliffgate #bg3 karlach #karlach bg3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #karlach fanfic

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tafeekafee · 23 days

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⌛🐿️ Nobody loves you like (we) do

Sickie: Hongjoong

Caretaker(s): Seonghwa (+Yunho + Jongho)

“Maybe you should just go to bed, Joong-hyung”, San suggested as Hongjoong yawned for the umpteenth time that evening. Hongjoong supposed that was fair, he really was tired.

Still it was their monthly super-important-very-obligatory-no-you-cannot-stay-late-at-the-studio-to-work-Hongjoong-hyung-movie-night as Wooyoung had titled it. Nobody had dared dispute it. Hongjoong wanted to be there, spend time with his members for once. He knew he spend too much time at the studio working on songs so it was nice to just relax with them.

The kids had spread out all over their furniture in the living room, leaving just a tiny space for their oldest hyung at the edge of the sofa. The moment Seonghwa had sat down, Mingi's head had landed in his lap. Typical. They were a bit more merciful to Hongjoong, glad to have him home and aware he wouldn’t like to be cuddled to death, so he was allowed to just curl up against Yunho’s side. The dancer had looked way too gleeful when Hongjoong had arrived, waving him over. From the way the others were pouting Hongjoong supposed Yunho had won some sort of game.

But he was glad for his current seat. Truth be told, Hongjoong had been happy to avoid the bee’s nest that was the other end of the couch where Wooyoung, San and Yeosang were lying together, limbs so tangled it was impossible to tell what belonged to who. For a moment Hongjoong wondered how in the world that could be comfortable (not that he ever wanted to find out), but that was when Yeosang shoved Wooyoung off of him so he would not get crushed.

For some time they all were focused on the movie and the popcorn for which Seonghwa had sacrificed a nice sitting space.

Well, most of them were. Hongjoong hadn’t really been paying attention from the beginning, eyes falling shut the moment he had sat down. He probably had fallen asleep at some point. As he looked up, the protagonist of the movie was blind and the whole world was in flames – Hongjoong didn’t know why but at this point he was afraid to ask. No need to get teased even more about his inability to stay awake to watch movies.

“You keep yawning and, knowing you, you have no idea what is happening anyways”, Wooyoung added, speaking around a handful of popcorn and grinning cheekily. Hongjoong growled at him but he didn’t argue against that. He knew better than trying to lie about something he had no idea about. Any question about the movie – including the title – would out him.

Maybe it was for the best if he went to sleep early or, well, earlier than normal. They had a free day on the weekend where they could spend more time together when Hongjoong was actually awake. It was perhaps the better choice for all involved.

So Hongjoong nodded and de-lodged himself from his comfy position half on Yunho to stretch.

“Good night, guys”, he said, interrupted again by a yawn again, and left to get ready. He quickly brushed his teeth and climbed up the ladder to his bunk. His energy was close to zero so he was glad he didn’t have to change clothes, already wearing pajamas from after his shower.

He closed his eyes and curled around his pillow, longing for dreamland.

⌛

Yet, sleep escaped him, no matter how tired he was. He turned around to find a more comfy situation, pausing in his movement as his stomach lightly cramped. Huh, weird. As soon as it had come it went, so he didn’t think much of it at first.

Then the nausea crashed over him and he had to swallow against the sudden, unexpected and very much unwelcome tightness in his throat. He tasted bile in his mouth, not unlike when he had heart-burn, and he swallowed again. What was going on? He had been fine all day but now from one second to the next he felt terrible.

His tiredness had given way to extreme exhaustion and he felt so, so sick. Moving any limb seemed like a herculean task and, no matter how much he tried to work through it, it didn’t matter. He couldn't find a position that was comfortable to lay in and where he might be able to sleep through this weird queasiness.

Hongjoong laid still for what seemed like hours, but it was unlikely considering that Seonghwa hadn’t come in to sleep yet. He kept palming his stomach in hopes of calming the storming sea inside down.

Unexpectedly his stomach gave another lurch and, clenching his jaw shut, he feared he would actually throw up then and there on his bed. Hongjoong held his breath and slowly the nausea subsided, leaving him with an awful taste in his mouth. This was not good. He fought against the tears wanting to escape his tightly shut eyes. He was so tired.

But instead of falling asleep as he so desperately wanted he realized that he needed to climb down the steps of his bunk bed and drag himself to the bathroom to hopefully avoid disaster. Well, Hongjoong wanted to avoid vomiting altogether but that possibility was becoming moot. So being in the bathroom was the second best choice. Probably. He really didn’t want to disturb the other members.

He activated his phone’s flashlight, for the first time noticing the headache assaulting his brain as the light seemed to literally stab his retinas. He took a deep breath and slowly, with the help of the railing of the bunk bed, he sat up. His stomach cramped again and he whimpered silently. Painfully, he took each step down the ladder, shaking from cold and nausea, socketed feet finally reaching the ground just as he started to fear he would fall from the dizziness.

Hongjoong walked down the dark hallway as quickly as possible. Quietness had to be sacrificed in place of quickness. Why did he and Seonghwa have to have the room farthest from the bathroom? Didn’t matter now.

He briefly spared a thought to how this would affect the group, not necessarily how they would worry but the dynamics for the next week. Sickness always was bad especially in their careers and in the close proximity of the dorms. Whenever one of them would fall sick it was guaranteed at least a few of them if not all would also fall victim to whatever viruses or bacteria crawled inside them.

He shuddered at the thought of anything crawling inside him, the image disgusting even when he wasn’t worried about throwing up in the middle of the hall. He used one hand to hold onto his stomach, the other to guide himself along the wall to keep himself upright, knees feeling extremely weak. He could only walk slightly bend over his churning stomach and focused on his feet, counting the steps to stay calm. Why couldn't he just have a good night’s sleep?

There were sounds coming from the living room - probably the others still watching the movie. For a moment he thought about calling out for help – not wanting to be alone. But he still held out hope that it was all a fluke though he knew it was less likely every second.

The decision was taken out of his hands as suddenly footsteps came in his direction and he, not really paying attention to anything but putting one foot in front of the next, nearly collided with someone. The person reached down to steady him and he blinked up at his gentle giant. "Hongjoong-hyung, are you alright?", Yunho asked, concern clear in his voice, "you don't look so good?" Hongjoong had no strength to argue and he didn't see a point in lying. If he truly threw up, he couldn't keep it a secret. He had once tried to dance after spending the whole night worshiping the porcelain god and it hadn't ended well. Seonghwa still held it above his head to threaten him into compliance when he was unreasonable. Yes, Hongjoong was confident in himself enough to know that he was unreasonable.

Christ, did he have a fever? His thoughts were all jumbled, though not nearly as much as his stomach. "I don't feel so good", he mumbled in admittance, slightly leaning into Yunho's comforting touch. As he looked up he saw Yunho's eyes widen in shock for a moment - either at the fact that Hongjoong just admitted to being unwell or the fact that Hongjoong was unwell at all - but he couldn't care less about that. Why was the hallways swaying like a boat on the stormy sea? "What's wrong?", the younger man asked, tender concern in his voice and he used the hand not steadying Hongjoong to take his hand and rub light circles on it. It felt so good to be comforted. Hongjoong sank even closer to his puppy.

"I'm really nauseous. I think I need to be in the bathroom for now", Hongjoong admitted and he heard Yunho suck in a deep breath yet his huge hands kept holding onto Hongjoong.

"Think you'll be sick?", Yunho asked, never stopping the comforting touch even though he risked being in the line of fire, "do you want me to get Seonghwa-hyung?"

Hongjoong shrugged in response to the first question and then nodded. Yes, yes above all he wanted his Seonghwa-hyung so badly it hurt. His hyung had the amazing capability to calm him down and make everything not as bad as it first felt. He wanted Seonghwa to hug him, rub his back and tell him everything would be fine even if he wasn’t. Seonghwa was a good hyung, always taking care and taking charge when needed. Hongjoong didn’t know what he would do without him. Crash and burn (out) probably.

Suddenly, Hongjoong's stomach lurched again and he gagged against the hand he had clamped over his mouth just in time. Yunho looked startled for half a second, then fell into his patented ‘I’m the oldest of the 99-line and taller than you so I am now taking care of you’-mode he had perfected over the past years. "Come, hyung, let's get you to the bathroom", he urged and, wrapping an arm around Hongjoong's shoulder, pulled him to the appropriate location for what was about to happen without hesitation. Hongjoong stumbled along, leaning on Yunho and he swore the hallway really had never been so long. His legs constantly threatened to give way under him and his body was so exhausted he felt like collapsing in a pile right there where he stood. Yunho kept a hold on him all the time, firm but gentle, and wow… he really was a saint. Once they reached the bathroom, Hongjoong pulled free from his dongsaeng and stumbled the few steps to the toilet hastily, pulling the seat up. He pushed his body upwards, so his head was resting on his hands, elbows on the toilet and nearly immediately he started gagging and retching, a wave of dinner painting the bowl light brown. Over the wretched sounds his own body produced, he heard Yunho panickedly yell for their oldest hyung: "Seonghwa-hyung? Seonghwa-hyung? Hongjoong-hyung is throwing up!"

It took barely ten seconds for Seonghwa to burst into the bathroom, though to Hongjoong it felt like hours. "Joong-ah?", he asked, nearly making Hongjoong cry in relief at the comforting quality in his voice and the familiar nickname. He was distracted by another wave of nausea and another round of gagging. A smaller hand than before touched his shoulder gently and another gently brushed his hair from his forehead, holding it back.

⌛

Seonghwa was worried. It was concerningly normal for their captain to stay late at the company to work on new songs. It took Eden-hyung to threaten him to ban him from the studios for a week and the reminder of the obligatory movie night to get Hongjoong home this time. Unsurprisingly, Hongjoong crashed hard. But all of their lives were hectic and falling asleep at the dinner table and during movies was not an unusual occasion (especially for Hongjoong, even new ATINYs knew that Hongjoong for the life of him couldn’t stay awake during movies), neither was not being hungry after strenuous dance practices. Therefore Seonghwa kept silent. Now, while worried, he was glad that Hongjoong let himself be convinced to go to bed when San and Wooyoung suggested it. Normally he would have fought tooth and nail to stay – claiming that since he was home for once he wanted to bond with them.

Normally Seonghwa couldn’t deny him even though it always ended up with him carrying his captain to the bedroom because Hongjoong of course fell asleep. Normally it ended with them cuddling in Seonghwa’s lower bunk because - while all of them were taller than Hongjoong - the captain was still a grown man and the bunk bed was high.

"Is Hongjoong-hyung okay?", Jongho asked, concerned, when Hongjoong’s footsteps had faded and the door to their bedroom had fallen shut.

Jongho, Yunho and Mingi were looking expectantly at him, while WooSanSang were still arguing over how to lay comfortably. Wooyoung and San had somehow ended up on top of Yeosang again and Seonghwa was sure that Yeosang had no idea how that had happened but he was disgruntled by it nevertheless. "I’m sure Hongjoong-ah will be fine. He's just really exhausted. After all he stayed late at the studio the past week", Seonghwa answered the question. "I wish he wouldn't stay up all night", Yunho mumbled, leaning his head against Mingi's stomach. He had switched to sitting on the ground in front of the couch, needing the hard ground to help his sore muscles and probably feeling left out now that his cuddle partner had left him. "Me too", Mingi whispered, "hyung works so hard for us. I wish he knew we don't just love him for his productive output. I want to take that burden off his shoulders." Seonghwa ran a gentle hand through Mingi's hair, aware that even their trouble-triplets had finished squabbling and were waiting for an answer. "He knows we love him", Seonghwa answered, ignoring the 'he just doesn't love himself enough' that his mind immediately threw at him. "He wants the best for us and he has his responsibilities as captain. He'll come to us when he really needs help." Seonghwa didn't even believe in his last sentence so he wasn't surprised when Jongho snorted in disbelief but none of them had an answer on how to help their overworked leader. With a sigh, Yunho grabbed the remote and started the movie again, normalcy returning to them as San accidentally kicked Mingi as he adjusted his position once again, which ended in a light and unserious debate.

⌛

Seonghwa was not prepared for Yunho yelling for him half an hour later when he had left to use the bathroom. The second the words “Hongjoong-hyung is throwing up” registered in his mind he jumped up and ran, nearly colliding with the doorframe. So something was wrong after all.

As soon as he entered the bathroom he found Yunho standing a few feet away from the captain, looking lost. Seonghwa ignored him for now and knelt down behind Hongjoong to hold back his sweaty hair and to hold him up by his shoulder. It broke Seonghwa’s heart watching Hongjoong go through the violent sickness.

Hongjoong’s whole body was wrecked by tremors and seized every time his stomach cramped. The wretched sound of vomiting echoed in the bowl, causing Seonghwa to shudder but he reminded himself that now matter how bad he was feeling Hongjoong was feeling worse. Hongjoong was gasping for breath in the few seconds of respite he was getting from expelling his stomach and Seonghwa remembered Hongjoong once telling him that for him it was the worst part – not being able to breathe.

“Sweetheart, did you eat something bad or do you think you’ve got the stomach flu? Lee Know mentioned it was going around at their dorms too”, Seonghwa asked gently when Hongjoong was given a break from his upset stomach. In the meantime the captain had slumped back more and more into his hyung so that Seonghwa was struggling to keep him upright from their awkward positions.

Hongjoong shrugged. He probably had no idea what was wrong, but Seonghwa sure as hell hoped that the sickness - whatever the cause - wouldn’t last long and that he wasn’t contagious. It would be a disaster if all of them got sick.

Seonghwa sighed and leaned over Hongjoong to flush down his stomach contents, before pulling Hongjoong close to his chest again, scooting back so that they were sitting against the bathtub. Yunho knelt down next to them, a glass of water in his hand.

“Try to drink something, hyung”, he encouraged and when Hongjoong made no move to hold the glass himself, tipped it against Hongjoong’s lips. Hongjoong swallowed a few sips but then he was barely able to push past Yunho to throw himself at the toilet again. He nearly made it too. But another gag overwhelmed him and the next moment the captain was choking, undigested food spilling from his lips onto the bathroom floor, his shirt and even the towel somebody had left on the floor in front of the shower.

For a moment the world seemed frozen as the three of them tried to process what had happened, but then Seonghwa woke from his stupor to pull Hongjoong the rest of the way. He took great care in kneeling down, not wanting to get even more of his own and Hongjoong’s clothes drenched in stomach contents. Gently, he smoothed back Hongjoong's sweaty hair and ran his other hand over the younger's back. Yunho, who was a pillar to lean on but had a weak stomach at times, left in order to keep his own stomach where it belonged. Finally, after what felt like hours, Hongjoong seemed to be done for the moment, breathing unsteady and heaving, but no longer cut off by his rebelling body. "Done?", Seonghwa asked and let Hongjoong lean against him. The captain closed his eyes and nodded. Seonghwa sighed and ran his hand through Hongjoong’s sweaty hair. The captain looked terrible, all pale and shaky. "Let's get you cleaned up and back to bed", the older proposed, waiting for Hongjoong to nod before he helped the man stand up. With knees weak from illness, he nearly would have fallen if Seonghwa hadn't caught him against his chest. Seonghwa leaned over to flush the toilet again and then he was lost for a second. It was obvious Hongjoong couldn't stand on his own but Seonghwa couldn't sit him down on the closed toilet lid in good conscience. He didn't think either of their stomach's were strong enough for staying close to the puddle of sick for much longer. "Let's get you out of your clothes", he whispered and moved uncooperative limbs out of the pajamas when Hongjoong didn't make a move, too exhausted to help. "How long have you felt bad?", Seonghwa asked, careful not to get them more dirty, and helped Hongjoong, who was resting his head against Seonghwa's shoulder, keep his balance. “Do you know what is making you so sick?” "I dunno", Hongjoong muttered, "I was so tired but I couldn’t fall asleep and it got worse really fast." He sounded tired and exhausted, frustrated even. Seonghwa understood, he had been working for so long and now he couldn't even rest. "Alright, let's get you into the shower, hm?", Seonghwa whispered, when Hongjoong was only left in his boxers. He wasn't going to venture any further in taking off his clothes, wanting to preserve at least some of Hongjoong’s dignity. Hongjoong took a few shaky steps and then sank down onto the shower floor, not able to keep his body upright any longer. It was probably best that he was sitting, there was less chance of him getting dizzy and falling that way. Seonghwa reached up and handed him the shower head, hoping he was able to wash himself. "Can you get yourself clean?", Seonghwa asked, crouching down in front of him, "I'll get you some clean clothes and clean up in here." The other man nodded, looking so incredibly small curled up like that, that it broke Seonghwa's heart. Their infallible captain had fallen after all.

⌛

Satisfied that Hongjoong would not drown or collapse at the moment, he quickly left the bathroom, leaving the door open to be able to listen for any suspicious sounds. He walked by the living room to get to their shared room but was stopped by the younger members calling his name. He entered to find Mingi rubbing Yunho’s back, as the older one was sipping from a glass of water. Jongho looked on worriedly, while WooSanSang were missing.

He supposed Yunho had already told the what was going on, so Yeosang and San had taken Wooyoung to the room Yeosang shared with the maknaes where – Seonghwa knew from previous illnesses – cuddles, earphones and movies would wait for emetophobic Wooyoung. While the second maknae was in therapy for it they really couldn’t afford him to freak out now.

“How are you doing, Yunho-yah?”, Seonghwa asked worriedly.

“I’m okay, just needed a breather. Can we help you?”, Yunho replied, putting down the glass. Seonghwa decided to trust his judgment for now. "Actually, yes. I need somebody to get Joong-ah clothes and someone to get some cleaning supplies. Then I can go back to check on him now, he’s just taking a shower but he is quite unsteady", Seonghwa said, not willing to decide who got which job. “I’ll get the cleaning supplies”, Mingi suggested, “Yunho-hyung, why don’t you get Hongjoong-hyung some of your clothes? He loves wearing oversized things after all.”

Yunho nodded and they both got up.

“Do you want me to help too, hyung?”, Jongho asked, already getting up.

“If you want to, I sure could use an extra pair of hands.” In the end it had been a good idea for Jongho to come with. Hongjoong was still in the same position in the shower, letting the warm water wash his body but making no effort on his own to get cleaned up. Jongho didn’t even look bothered by the smell as he entered the dirty bathroom and at once knelt down so that he was on eye level with Hongjoong.

“Hey, hyung”, he greeted softly, smiling a bit, “do you want to get out of the shower or do you want some help washing up?”

“Jongho-yah?”, Hongjoong mumbled and opened his eyes, “oh.”

He didn’t answer the maknae’s question, so Jongho took it in his own hands and chucked off his shirt so he could lean into the shower and not get his clothes wet. Gently he lathered Hongjoong’s hair in shampoo and even held his hand over Hongjoong’s forehead so that none of the suds would get in his eyes.

Hongjoong let him do as he pleased, so Seonghwa joined Mingi in cleaning up the floor, the younger one having just arrived. Yunho appeared in the doorway and placed fresh clothes on the counter before helping Jongho get Hongjoong upright and dry, the captain leaning on them. They quickly helped him slip on some of his own pajama pants and then huddled him in one of Yunho’s bathrobes for warmth.

Then suddenly Hongjoong, who had seemed on the verge of sleep, slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes widening. Jongho and Yunho rushed him over to the sink, where Hongjoong proceeded to get sick again. Jongho, who never had been squeamish at all, opened the tab to let the water wash away the sick, and when the sick didn’t properly flow away due to not quite being liquid, he reached down and pulled the plug out of the way. Jongho just calmly washed his hand when Hongjoong was done vomiting and was held up by Yunho, who looked a bit pale again.

“Better?”, Seonghwa asked, coming over as he and Mingi finished up cleaning.

Hongjoong shrugged, probably too tired to answer.

“Alright, let’s set you up with a bucket in our room?”, Seonghwa suggested and as Hongjoong consented, Yunho carried him to the bedroom where he was wrapped in Yunho’s shirt and in Seonghwa’s blankets. Yunho left the room to fetch a bucket and to check on Mingi and Jongho (who was still washing his hands).

“Think you’ll be sick again?”, Seonghwa asked even though he would have put a bucket next to the bed either way. Hongjoong nodded and reached up to him. Seonghwa smiled and slipped under the blankets with him, cuddling him. He knew they would be up soon enough with Hongjoong’s rebelling stomach showing no signs of stopping. While he doubted that Hongjoong would be able to sleep with how nauseous he still seemed, he wanted him to at least be able to rest his eyes.

“I’m sorry”, Hongjoong whispered after a moment.

“What for? Being sick? It happens, Joong-ah”, Seonghwa soothed, “were glad to help you when you need it. Eight makes one tea after all. Please just rest for now.”

Sleepily Hongjoong nodded, placing his head on Seonghwa’s chest.

⌛

Just as Seonghwa had predicted, Hongjoong was up multiple times that night, violently expelling his stomach contents. Their schedules were canceled the next day, Seonghwa too sleep deprived and too worried to work and Hongjoong barely able to move. A manager came by to check on them in the early afternoon, trying to get Hongjoong to take some medicine but he still couldn’t keep it down.

Yet in the evening Hongjoong started to feel better, still shaky and headachy but not as nauseous anymore. He was finally able to keep down some water for longer than a few minutes and even fell asleep, victim to his exhaustion. He slept through the night and the next morning, but felt marginally better when he woke.

He went into work the next morning, feeling completely restored.

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'Secret In Your Heart' Collection Event: Harrison

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My lover had the ability to tell whether a person was lying, just by looking into their eyes.

I was envious of that ability — and so, today, I had a special training with Harry again.

…

Kate: It’s a lie that you ate ice cream yesterday!

Harrison: Oops, too bad. That’s the truth.

(Hmm…)

Kate: Knew it, reading minds like you do is too hard.

Harrison: Why are you so bothered by it, anyway?

Kate: It’s not bothering me, it’s just…

Harrison: Then what’s making you so desperate?

Harry smiled with an aloof demeanour.

All the time until Harry and I became lovers, I learnt many things.

He can be mean, look like he doesn't have a care in the world, and doesn’t often let his true feelings show — but the truth was that he was a kind person.

And that was the man I fell in love with.

However, there were still things I couldn't quite understand.

Kate: I just thought that if I could differentiate between the truth and a lie, I’d be able to know you better.

Harrison: So you want to know about me, huh.

Harrison: Well, I’m not going to tell you so easily.

Kate: … You’re mean.

Harrison: Too late for you to realise that.

Harrison: Oh well, although it’s a little troublesome, I’ll still play along with your special training. So do your best.

As Crown and I went to work on our respective duties, it was soon night time—.

…

(... He's coming home late from his mission today. We had separate missions, so all I want is to see his face at the end of the day.)

I laid down on my bed and thought about what happened this morning.

(Is he fed up that I’m doing something silly again?)

Even though we were lovers, it seemed as if I was the only one who wanted us to get to know each other better.

Kate: … I definitely like him more than he likes me.

Wanting to cast aside my uneasy feeling, I closed my eyes—

Harrison: I’m home.

Before I could open my eyes, I felt Harry lay down next to me.

(I… I missed the right timing to open my eyes.)

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Hurry up and look at me. Aren't we going to do that special training?

(Huh…?)

Kate: … Didn’t you say it was troublesome?

Harrison: … Ꙩ_Ꙩ

Harrison: Can you at least make it known if you’re awake?

Harry gently pinched my cheek.

Kate: Then can you please tell me what you meant by those words?

Kate: Even when I’m looking into your eyes like this, I can’t… I can’t tell whether you’re lying or not.

Kate: And so I don't have a choice other than to ask you directly, right?

Harrison: Taking the offensive now, are you?

Kate: No, just a change of battle strategy.

Harrison: Jeez, you're obstinate when it comes to this matter.

Harry sighed and turned to look into my eyes while still lying on the bed.

Harrison: … Whenever you want to know something about me, you stare into my eyes.

Harrison: You always do that, ever since the day we met.

He reached a finger out and touched my eyelids.

Harrison: You don’t have the same ability as me. There's not much you can find out just by looking into my eyes.

Harrison: And yet, you never give up. You keep looking into my eyes.

Harrison: I don’t think that’s a bad thing at all. That’s why I’m going along with your special training.

(Huh? If he’s telling the truth, then—)

Kate: You said that you won’t tell me so easily…

Harrison: The more things there are that you don't know, the more desperately you’ll keep looking into my eyes in search for an answer.

Harrison: Don’t you think it’s better if there are many things you don't know about me?

(... What’s with that…?)

Harrison: This was meant to be kept a secret.

My feelings of loneliness turned into joy, and a sweet feeling filled my heart.

(Ahh, gosh.)

Kate: You’re so cunning. … It feels like you’ve outwitted me.

Harrison smiled.

The love and tenderness in those eyes looking at me were clear.

(It turns out that Harry really loves me too.)

Kate: Now that I feel relieved, I’m getting hungry.

Kate: I went to buy bread with Ellis and Liam after our mission. Let me just—

Harrison: … No. You're not leaving.

(Huh…?)

While I was trying to get up, Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the bed.

He leaned over and kissed me, purposefully making sounds as he did so.

Harrison: I’ve been wanting to touch you all day long. How could you leave me so easily?

Kate: … Is that the truth?

Harrison: Who knows?

Harrison: Whether it's the truth or a lie, why don't you come into my arms to find out?

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red velvet — kim taerae

a random midnight baking session somehow turns into a love confession.

tags :: kim taerae x m!reader , takes place the night before kcon , and at midnight , reader bakes and taerae talks while sipping coffee , specifically red velvet cookies , they also talk about feelings , love confessions

"so, what are you doing up?"

"stressing out".

taerae hums, having been forced awake by the loud snores of his "amazing" roommates (zhang hao and matthew). he walks out into the hotel kitchen just to find y/n wide awake with cake mix and baking ingredients on the counter.

"stressing out?" he asks, rubbing his eyes. "what could you possibly be stressed out about at midnight?"

"a lot of things, but i have to bake so—"

"yeah that was my next question, why are you baking at midnight?"

"helps relieve stress" y/n replies. he eyes a cup at the end of the table and then looks back at taerae. "coffee?" he offers, raising the mug in the air.

"you made coffee at midnight?"

"i assumed you'd wake up".

taerae tilts his head, how did he know exactly? but before he could ask that he seemed to read his mind and answered his question himself.

"well, since your rooming with hao and matthew for this hotel stay, i assumed you'd wake up from their snores either way".

taerae hums, an 'ah' leaving his lips as he nods. y/n smiles, handing over the cup of coffee to taerae, who takes it gratefully.

he just ignores how their hands brush against each other's for just a minute.

"so, what flavor are you making?" taerae asks, taking a sip of his coffee as he watches y/n stir the mix to create a red color.

"red velvet" he responds, super focused as he stirs the mix even harder so that it mixes faster. "with chocolate chips, of course, i'm probably gonna save some for after the performance tomorrow".

"yujin will probably eat them all".

"really? i think ricky will, we already know gyuvin packs snacks so…"

"i'll make enough for everyone, so, it doesn't really matter".

taerae hums, shivering from the cranked up ac blasting throughout the hotel. he blinks and rubs his eyes, now primarily focused on y/n.

he looks so pretty, even at midnight, he bakes those cookies so effortlessly that taerae can't keep up with every step. y/n hums the lyrics to say my name to himself, placing the cookies in the oven to bake.

"staring, kim taerae?"

"huh?"

taerae was staring too much to focus on how y/n clearly noticed. he feels his face heat up, but doesn't want to make it obvious, so he clears his throat. "no, i wasn't staring".

"you don't have to lie, i know i'm handsome and everything—"

"get over yourself" taerae playfully rolls his eyes, crossing his arms stubbornly. "i wasn't staring, you must've been mistaken".

"i know i'm not mistaken".

"maybe you don't know everything".

"i never said that, but i know you were staring at me, it doesn't take that much to admit".

taerae chuckles. he was staring, but would he ever admit that? especially to the boy he had the hots for? absolutely fucking not. his crush is a secret for a reason.

luckily, y/n doesn't push it, he just mumbles something to himself and walks over to the oven to take out the cookies. he stares at the near to perfectly baked red velvet cookies, and tilts his head.

"maybe i should've chosen white chocolate chips.."

"the regular ones look fine" taerae says, putting his now empty cup of coffee in the sink as he walks towards y/n.

he takes a bite of the cookie, nodding contently. "want one?" he offers to taerae, raising the cookie right to his mouth, which startles him.

"i wasn't gonna say no—"

taerae's words are muffled when y/n abruptly shoves the cookie into his mouth. he squeaks, closing his eyes, opening them back up to see y/n giggling.

"good?" he asks, though not able to contain his giggles as he begins laughing even harder. taerae gives a thumbs up as he chews, though looking unamused at y/n's laughing fit.

how could he look so pretty while laughing? taerae wonders, he finds it unfair, and he's sure he's begun staring again as y/n continues with his laughing fit.

"i'm sorry, that wasn't that funny" he says, finally done with all the laughing he'd been doing prior. "you just looked so surprised and i couldn't help myself" he ruffles taerae's hair, leaning against his hand as he admires the older.

"your so lucky i like you" taerae mumbles, it was unfortunately loud enough for y/n to hear, and he laughs once again.

"too bad i don't like you back".

"i thought you said it was much more easy to admit things? why are you lying now?"

y/n freezes. he hadn't expected taerae to say.. that. his response was so quick but y/n managed to understand every single word. his own words had been put against him, he was sure that he was so red and he felt hot despite the blasting ac.

"i— okay! but that was a joke".

"are you calling my feelings a joke, y/n? god".

"what feelings? you didn't tell me about any feelings—"

"the feelings i have for you, stupid!"

taerae now freezes once he realizes what he said. he covers his mouth, smiling behind his hand. y/n blinks, not knowing whether to be surprised that taerae has feelings for him or to be relieved that his feelings are returned.

"what?"

"ooh, that's not how i wanted you to find out".

"so you did want me to find out though?"

"y/n that's not the important part—"

"right, the important part is that you have feelings for me and i return those feelings—"

"hold on you what?"

"why are you surprised?"

"because you flirt with everyone, so i didn't think you'd like me back—"

"how could i not?"

"what do you mean how could i not?"

"you heard me! loud and clear—"

"what are you two still doing up?"

taerae jumps, holding onto y/n and attempting to hide behind his sweater sleeve. y/n smiles awkwardly, patting his waist as he stares at a deadpanning sung hanbin. "hi.."

"why are you guys up?"

"um.." y/n presses his lips into a thin line, not knowing how to answer. taerae peaks from behind his sweater sleeve and also smiles at the older, adding a wave too. "cookies?" he offers, holding up the tray of cookies on the counter.

hanbin sighs, rubbing his temples. "you guys know kcon's tomorrow right? why are you up yelling?"

"to be fair, i think hao hyung's snoring overpowers any yelling in this hotel room".

y/n laughs at taerae's joke, hanbin simply exhales and dismissively waves his hand.

"if you guys are sleep deprived in the morning that isn't my problem".

"wow, so caring hyung".

hanbin gives a tired smile, done with the two lovebirds. "seriously, you guys can confess your love in the morning, we have a performance tomorrow".

y/n turns to the tray of cookies and covers them with a lid, he feels taerae pull him by the arm down the hall, groaning as he does so. "you know were probably only gonna get an hour of sleep now?"

"it's your fault for deciding to wake up at midnight to bake cookies".

"i told you, i was stressed".

taerae looks at the boy beside him like he's crazy, and y/n simply smiles. "your lucky that i love you.." he mutters under his breath.

"ooh love! you've upgraded i see".

the kim simply hums, though he realizes he has to go back to sleep in the room full of snorers. "ugh, i still share a room with hao and matthew hyung".

"please you'll be alright".

"if you slept in the same room as them you would never sleep ever again".

"so we can be sleep deprived together".

taerae rolls his eyes, flicking him in the forehead. "at least your cute, makes up for you being such a menace".

"you think i'm cute, so that's a win".

taerae resists the urge to laugh once again, but fails. he smiles and unwillingly lets him go, y/n blows him a kiss and goes into his room.

god, taerae loves him a little too much.

AUTHORS NOTE — i actually love them they're so <3333333333333 you know? definitely one of my favorite imagines i've ever written

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